Hmmmmm, so a day in the life around here. My eighteen-year-old daughter approaches me with a simple "Um.... Mom?" holding the following in her hand:
Yes, that is a ballpoint pen stuck in the decapitated neck of a holy statue of St. Jude. A tad shocking, no? Not the normal way we expect to see our sacred images. :)
Just another day with several young boys in the house.
I can't be sure who did it, and I am sure it was an accident, because aside from the toddler, they actually do understand that they are not to deface religious items, even cheap resin ones! I promise, one of them will be a priest someday. That's mandatory now, just to make up for the sacrilege!
I know that many of you bloggers are dreaming of the day when you will have dirty houses, toys strewn about, messy diapers and spills, and I know that day will come for all of you. (I know it because I am offering up my dirty house, broken toys, poopy diapers and spills for you). But for those still waiting, go forth now and behold your statues, icons and holy objects with the (temporary) joy and peace of knowing that they are intact.
Oh, and I found the head.
*Update: Just found out that St. Jude was a glow-in-the-dark. Walked into my boys' room to turn off a light and was stunned to see a glowing, headless figure in the dark, its detached head glowing at its feet. Seems a fitting end to the saga!
