Dingo the Dissident
THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .
I read somewhere that in Italy
a few centuries ago
doctors sold
their body-smells
on bits of cloth.
"They sniffed me and they're cured."
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The same custom was around in St Paul's day. When St Paul was not evangelising and writing letters to communities he had helped found, he was self employed making tents for whoever wanted to buy one off him. But still people saw him as somebody special. So as he sweated making the tents, people mopped his brow and other socially acceptable sweaty bits of him and took the cloths for the healing by faith of others who were not present. You might say that it was sweat and faith going spare that was found fit for further use.
There is more to the Odour of Sanctity than we might think...
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