To be Canonized

In my sketchbook today I started some drawings about something I've been thinking about. I talked to my sister about my idea and she looked at me like I might be a little bit crazy. I told her that sometimes, when I get overwhelmed with my inner battles of trying to learn to be more saintly and less devilish, I have a visualisation that snaps me right into line. My visualisation is of me as a saint. Not like a latter-day saint (not that that is bad, it just lacks dramatic impact) and not of someone who is dead so they automatically become a saint. For me, it's more like a plastic sculpture of a saint that glows in the dark and cries little tiny tears of blood... with my face on it. Go ahead and insert your face. Try it! Picture what you be wearing and what you would be holding. I mean all of this in a reverent way. Maybe you could see yourself as a dead saint sculpted in marble in a cathedral someplace or in a really big, beautiful painting. Doesn't that make you want to be gracious and good?I have the utmost respect for people who have devoted their lives to their passionate beliefs in word and in action. Take Mother Teresa for instance. Her whole life was given to serving and loving others. I'm in awe of her.There are people who have fought and suffered for what they believe in and made a big impact. But really, I'm just trying to be a little more saintly and a little less devilish.In my mind I look good as a saint, inspiring those who have the opportunity to bask in my love and service, but I don't actually think I can get away with painting it. It just might be misunderstood. I'll just have to keep visualizing it to remind me to use my powers for good.