I’m a BIG fan of the Blessed Virgin. I have a pocket shrine to her made out of glitter and an Altoid tin.
You think I’m kidding?
Some people don’t think she’s important.
I disagree. When those guys win the Superbowl, who do they thank? Not their coach, not their agent, not even their dad. Their mamma. That’s who.
And when people win the lottery, what do they say they’re going to do with it? Buy their mom a house. Their mom. They end up blowing it all on cocaine and hookers instead, but that’s not my point here.
My point is that if football players and lottery winners bestow gifts and graces upon their mammas, what would Jesus HIMSELF do for his? My guess is she got more than a macaroni necklace.
Besides, she asked Jesus to turn water into wine. She’s my kinda gal.
I’m also a fan of St. Francis of Assisi. Mr. Crazypants, himself. Except he didn’t wear pants. I’m not a fan of pants either, so I figure we have that in common.
As a matter of fact, I can think of THREE separate occasions in which he stripped himself naked. My guess is he wasn’t shy.
I don’t know if there was such a thing as flipping someone the bird in the 12th century. I don’t think there was. But when his father demanded back his inheritance from Francis in front of the city consul, Francis declared that because he was in the service of God, he wasn’t under civil jurisdiction. He stripped himself right there, and gave the very clothes off his back to his father. I think that’s about as close as you could get to flipping someone the bird in the 12th century.
Oh and he had stigmata.
And you thought back surgery hurt. Sheesh. Amateurs.
Okay, your turn. Who’s your favorite and why?