You just jarred my memory. In grammar school, I was being honored for something and they gave me a relic in a box. It was some piece of bone from some saint. I remember the class gathered around to see it. I forget what it was for and I forget what 'saint' I was told it was from. Just more idolatry pushed by Rome. Now that was something you jarred from my memory - not from the middle ages but close ; - that I can now release and, also, laugh at.
Catholicism is all about man, even giving honor to dead men - and use a piece of their bone as a prize. I don't remember showing it to anyone expect my family when I got home. I'm thinking my parents gave it the heave ho.
I’ll bet if DNA testing was done, it probably wouldn’t even be HUMAN! I don’t know about you, but growing up going to Catholic school and hearing all those stories about saints and the mysterious things they did gave me the creeps. I always had this sense there was something not right about it all.
Speaking of relics, a joke from Martin Luther:
“A German, making his confession to a priest at Rome, promised, on oath, to keep secret whatsoever the priest should impart unto him, until he reached home; whereupon the priest gave him a leg of the ass on which Christ rode into Jerusalem, very neatly bound up in silk, and said: This is the holy relic on which the Lord Christ corporally did sit, with his sacred legs touching this ass’s leg. Then was the German wondrous glad, and carried the said holy relic with him into Germany. When he got to the borders, he bragged of his holy relic in the presence of four others, his comrades, when, lo! it turned out that each of them had likewise received from the same priest a leg, after promising the same secrecy. Thereupon, all exclaimed, with great wonder: Lord! had that ass five legs?”