In 642, some folks were on a journey to recover Arnulf's relics. He had retired to a monastery in Remiremont, and died there after a couple of years. The parishioners, however, were emphatic that he be returned to the cathedral and volunteered to bring him back themselves. It was a long trip and they were running dry. As they stared at the dregs of their pony keg, Duc Notto declared that Arnulf would provide. The barrel filled back up with beer and remained full for the duration of their journey.
Moving from beer to fish, the classic ring-comes-home miracle is also attributed to him. As the son of a noble family and adviser to the Merovingian court, Arnulf grew concerned about his portion of guilt for all the wars and misery around him. Praying on a bridge, he threw his bishop's ring into the river, asking God to return it as a sign of absolution. Years later, when the bishop's cook gutted a freshly delivered fish, the ring finally came home. Arnulf recognized that with absolution, he could finally retire to the monastery in Remiremont.
Arnulf lived in a time and place where bishops could marry and have families. He and his wife, Doda, had at least two children. The second son, Ansegisel, who married into the Merovingian dynasty. Arnulf's descendants would eventually include Charles Martel and Charlemagne.
There are many ways one could mark a saint's feast, but for July 18, I think Saint Arnulf's advice is probably best: Bibe cervesium.
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