The second of the Valley’s saints, St. Tyna, was a simple shepherdess turned miracle worker. According to the legends, there was no illness she could not cure, no festering wound she could not cleanse. Even today, people flock to the convent she established to pray at her sarcophagus, and many come back healed.
I visited the convent, too, and its prioress, Mother Bernice, agreed to open the sarcophagus to show me the holy remains. The first thing I noticed was a gleaming medallion resting on the saint’s sunken chest. It took all my strength to resist the urge to reach for it.
