As I looked at these saints, they had no silk ties, polished shoes, Rolex watches or woven suits. They were naked, completely naked. No one could tell one of them apart from another. There was no jostling for position or attention. And they didn’t seem slightest bit concerned about how people judged them: they were comfortable in their own skins, they knew who they were and what they stood for, and they were visibly content.