Grossi de Almeida attributes the miracle of her son’s birth to a paper “pill” inscribed with a prayer that she ate during her pregnancy. The Vatican agrees, pronouncing Enzzo one of the two miracles needed to declare the creator of the pills, an 18th-century Franciscan monk named Antonio de Sant’Anna Galvao, a saint.
Galvao’s pills reportedly have cured thousands of Brazilians of everything from depression to hepatitis. His elevation to sainthood will be long-delayed recognition of what many believe is an ongoing miracle that’s saved – or bettered – lives for more than two centuries.
Believers swallow three seed-sized pills over nine days, during which they recite the prayer printed on the paper.
“It’s a vehicle of faith,” said Grossi de Almeida, who miscarried twice, including losing twins, before Enzzo was born. “You take the pills, and you believe in them, you believe they will make you better, and you become stronger in your faith. You know there’s a God that helps you.”
Who am I to doubt these miracle “faith pills”? After all, it’s all a matter of belief anyway right? And even if I can’t understand it, who am I to question it or reason the “what’s” and “whys”? What gives me the right after all to dismiss all of these people’s experiences and feelings about these miracles? I mean, if these people believe in something that I cannot conceive or rationally prove, they are not misguided, are they? I certainly would hate to be unenlightened and even cast a hint of doubt towards these faithful believers. No evidence necessary whatsoever… not in this case.