I'm a little behind in answering questions and there are other questions ahead of this one in the queue, but it being Christmas and all, I thought maybe we should tackle this one now:
Dear Sister, I've just been fired from my job and feeling extremely low. We need some stability in our lives and for the past couple years my husband and I have strived so hard to make a better life for ourselves, and yet we seem to be met with disaster and upheavals. I'm just tired of having to fight every single step of the way, wondering if there will be food to eat this month, where we will find the money for this medication and that one (my health is not good). I just don't know what to do anymore. We need help, and I pray so hard to be able to accept whatever His will be, but I'm just at the end of my rope. I know we should just be thankful were alive and breathing, but its hard to look at the sky when it feels like there is a heavy boot crushing you. Who could I pray to?
What horrible Grinchey Scrooge of a person fired you at Christmas time?
Poor thing. You must be so worn out. It's wonderful you have a little gratitude left in you. That's admirable. Hang on to that and we'll try to do the rest.
Okay, readers. Let's see if we can prove a point. There is nothing like the power of prayer. But it works a lot better if a lot of people do it together and even better if they do it together all at the same time. So let's pick a time and pray for this woman and her husband. Don't be afraid to throw in a prayer for yourselves or everyone else praying either, but let's focus ourselves and get down to business.
So today at 5pm Central time...3pm on the West Coast and 6pm in the east, let's ask for some help and peace for this sister of ours. Set your devices...you all have them...set those alarms and cell phones to remind you.
Altogether. Once, some sisters and I did this for snow. I don't know why we were so interested in asking for snow, but we did, altogether all at once. We had the most giant snowfall on record. Everyone got to stay home from work for a week and dogs could run all over without leashes because no cars could drive through the streets and hit them.
Let's make it snow for this lady. Friday, December 21st at 5pm Central time.
Meanwhile, dear reader, I suggest you turn to St. Rita. Although St. Jude is the patron saint to whom we pray for impossible causes, your situation, however desperate, is not impossible. It is difficult. St. Rite is the patron saint for difficult situations. That is just the kind of hair the Catholic Church loves to split.
You know her story? I'll just stick to the difficult part. After her husband and sons were dead, Rita wanted to fulfill her lifelong desire to become a nun. But the convent was not interested in an old widow and mother of two. She was told in no uncertain terms to take a hike. Rita persevered, however and finally, angels flew her over the convent walls.
Even that didn't impress whoever it was that wouldn't let her in. Okay, she was in. But she still wasn't "IN". She was ridiculed and harassed and made to water a stick in the ground every day. The stick turned into a tree. I believe it is still there.
Rita is still there, too. Her incorrupt body is in a glass case and has been known to move around and scare everyone. I'm a bit dubious about that part of her story. She's in a glass case alright, but looks all the worse for wear, corruptness-wise. She was incorrupt when they dug her up, but her incorruptness has worn off. I have to wonder if her movements were due to the swoonings of folks who had been on their knees too long. It happens.
St. Rita is the patron saint of difficult causes, of bad marriages and of infertility. And sticks that turn into trees.
We'll all be together today at 5pm. God Bless us every one.