Hey, Jude
I'm not Catholic, but Jude has long been my patron saint.
I light his candle in my dining room window some nights to clear the air (Maude can attest to this, having singed her whiskers on the flame). And some months ago I acquired a little coin that bears Jude's silhouette on one side... and a prayer to him on the other.
If you've been reading this blog for any duration of time, then you probably understand my fascination.
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5 comments:
Come on Thirdworst, there is no way Jude should be your patron saint. I sent you St. Christopher, patron saint of travelers when you were making the move.
Tangent- Judas was drunk when he took the money to pay for a prostitute which led to the betrayal of Jesus. Can you believe it?
I can, sadly. Men often behave poorly when they have a little too much alcohol in their bloodstream.
The tragedy for Jude being that people often confuse him for Judas, which is probably why his "prayer" (or at least, the prayer I link to) opens as it does.
So you have a mac?
Hey, I got your card today. Thanks. I laughed when I read it because I actually DID have my iPod in my ears for a while.
Thanks again
St. Jude is my Homeboy.
~BPP
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