The hand holding, clapping war rages on in the comments section. Who knew such a simple question would start such a donnybrook. Sister St. Aloysius' worry of a future war in Heaven is not unfounded! Time for a little palette cleanser:
My fiance has just moved from his home country of England to start a new life together in America. He is suffering from culture shock. Is there a patron saint who helps in a situation like this?
My goodness! Isn't that lovely? The poor man. America is a very hard place to get used to, I would imagine. Although, the food is a lot better! Where in America has he landed, I wonder? Because I get culture shock going from here on the West Coast to the Midwest.
I have a terrifically hard time finding any food that includes vegetables, for one thing, although I suppose technically speaking, potatoes are vegetables, as is the tomato on the hamburger. You'd better be a big fan of iceberg lettuce, too. Your salad will have ham on it, if it isn't made up almost entirely of ham. You can't even find ham salad here anywhere. A request for ham salad would solicit blank stares.
And when you actually do find some vegetables, something untoward has been done to them. They have bacon bits on them, or cheese. Not real cheese, either. Cheeze Whiz or Velvetta.
But I digress.
Yes, of course we have a patron saint for him! We have a whole bunch of saints for him! I'd go with the North American Martyrs! Talk about culture shock! Since I've covered them before, I'll just redirect you there. But I do want to highlight the fact that these men were shocked and horrified whilst having to live among the heathens and were beaten and chewed trying to do their work here.
That would be much worse than broccoli with bacon bits and Velvetta.
Which brings me back to the hand holding wars. The North American Martyrs should add a little perspective to our thoughts.