Keep this image in mind, because you’re going to need it shortly…
I’m over at It’s Just Called Spicy today for #40DaysofSaints, talking about the patron saint of the Chicago Police Department, who also happens to be the patron saint of impossible causes and my own personal patron saint: Saint Jude the Apostle.
We’re a day late for the Solemnity of St. Joseph, but because the event depicted here is mentioned briefly in the St. Jude post, I had to dig up this hilarious old photograph of Rodolfo dressed as St. Joseph (and the infamous “Penguino” dressed as baby Jesus) for your viewing pleasure. So once you’re done digesting that awesomeness (including the silver hammer, inadvertently keeping with the Beatles theme), head over to It’s Just Called Spicy for the rest of the good stuff, including a peek into the RCIA process and why I think St. Jude is always the last one named in the lists of disciples. Here is a preview…
…Like so many other people searching for meaning, we had started to look for it in odd places. One girl had been moved by George Harrison’s death a few years prior to begin to look for a deeper meaning in life, and though it seemed like an odd leap from his Hare Krishna Eastern mystic spirituality to the Catholic Church, here she was. Meanwhile, I had harbored a long-term fascination with John Lennon in particular and consistently joked that me becoming Catholic was basically a lost cause, so if any saint were going to help me, it would have to be Saint Jude.
Read more at It’s Just Called Spicy.
