Fire fails to scorch a little bit of sacred earth

RECENTLY my room was destroyed in a house fire. My family, thank God, were saved from the flames and the toxic smoke.

After years of ‘gathering’, my room had come to resemble a pawnshop. But the day after the fire, my room was a smoky cave. The acrid smell was rather like keeping one’s head in a barbecue.

I searched through the rest of the rubble and was surprised when I came across the remains of a rosary beads from Fatima. It was two feet from the centre of the blaze. The beads had a piece of earth from Fatima enclosed behind a thin plastic cover.