I'm not Catholic. My dad comes from a long line of Catholics, even went to Catholic school. Me, not so much. My feelings about the Catholic church have always been complicated, even though I've never understood why. Maybe something about that dream I had as a kid where the Jesus on the crucifix turned into a big bad gorilla, and I had to hide amongst the bikes in the parking lot bike rack to keep from being eaten.
But that's an entirely different blog post.
I'm considering another brush with Catholicism as I try like hell to sell my house. That's right...St. Joseph and I are about to become good friends.
St. Joseph is the Catholic patron saint of family and household. They tell me that if I bury a 4-inch plastic statue of the guy upside-down in my yard, and then pray to him, that my house will sell quickly. Um, what?
Now, I'm not the superstitious type. Nor am I Catholic. I'm having some difficulty understanding how this could possibly work. How on earth can there be any spiritual significance to a mass-produced plastic statue that comes in a kit? I mean, really? But everyone I've talked to swears by it, including a close Jewish friend of mine who says her mom's and her grandmother's house sold after they planted St. Joseph in the yard.
That's good enough for me.
Tomorrow I'm going to swing by the local Catholic bookstore and pick me up a St. Joseph kit. I'll bring it home, bust out the garden trowel, and bury him upside-down in the yard. According to the kit's instructions, of course. And then...I'll pray.
St. Joseph, send some mojo my way.
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