Ok, it was me.
I had no idea what a stigmata was.
And if you would have told me, I would have utterly rejected it as invalid.
Why? Because stigmatas didn’t fit in my theology.
Christ dying for me was great.
Basking in the favor of a loving God who had paid the price for my wrongs….brilliant.
I lay guzzling “spiritual milk”, tasting all the goodness of God.
But I just stayed there suckling on the breast, a grown adult refusing to be weaned.