Wake up

I have never been able to figure out if I do the things that I do out of selfishness or not.  I suppose it is because I am just extremely proficient at lying to myself.  I wish humility could be a total, absolute, encompassing trait within me, ridding me of all doubt.  The doubt, though, is healthy (human), i think.  I think doubt is the key ingredient in self-progress.  So, I say to you, my brethren, doubt away.  Even though we will likely never find the answers to our questions, at the very least, we will grow.

the Man around my Neck

I have been wearing a medal of St. Jude Thaddeus of James around my neck for a while now.  Honestly, I think it is because, deep down, I wish I could be Catholic.  I love the sense of tradition.  It's much more comforting to be a part of a religious organization that would rather stay the same for eternity than try to appease youngsters by putting a coffee shop in their youth room and playing terrible Christian pop-punk through their speakers.  Seriously, Catholicism, if it weren't for all your pedo-priests and deification of really old men.....

I am in to the story of St. Jude because people kind of hate him, I guess.  Mostly because he is confused with Judas Iscariot.  As you can see, the art work involved in this iconography is beautiful and I especially like that of Thaddeus.  He usually has an axe in his hand because that is how he died and his head is usually portrayed with fire on it because he was present at Pentecost.  He is called the patron saint of impossible situations due to the content of his New Testament letter, which you should check out; it's really short.  The necklace serves as a good reminder of the principles found in his letter and makes for something productive to think about when the necklace reminds me.

"St, Jude, hope of the hopeless, pray for me" - Catholic prayer

 

Something I like

The Doughnut Peddler is an Arizona-based company that serves up its tasty creations by way of circle K throughout southern Arizona. After losing much of its business to large and, apparently, overly ambitious competitor, Krispy Kreme, it hung on for a few years, waiting for the failure of the Goliath. The waiting has paid off. Welcome back, king of gas station donuts. Keep up the good work. I especially enjoy the buttermilk.