|St. Jude Holy Card from Chris Hart Studio|
I have a crush on St. Jude (not to be confused with the traitor Judas). First of all, he is often portrayed as a big handsome guy who wears robes and seems to have a strong sense of self. Very little is known about him historically. He's a quiet man who does nice things for people in need. That's my kind of guy. As a matter of fact, he has done more for the downtrodden since his death than when he was alive. He is often shown with a flame shooting out of his head, a symbol of the Holy Spirit and sometimes he is holding a club, the symbol of his martyrdom. I dated a club carrying guy with flames shooting out of his head but he was no saint.
When my mother broke her right hip at 98, it was a challenge. Getting her through it was doable with dedication to her care and extensive rehab but when she shattered her left pelvis 4 months later, her raw animal pain was more than I could bear. I was told she could only be released to a nursing home with no hope of recovery. I decided to bring her home to die. The only way to relieve her pain was to be flat on her back in a traction device her grandson invented. If there is a hell on earth, this was it for sure. She was bathed, changed and fed all while keeping her pelvis supported in the same flat position, stabilized by a rope and a bag of rocks hanging off the end of the bed. Hospice was brought in to keep her comfortable. I was told that it was impossible to recover from this kind of break at her age. We could look forward to having complications like infections, bedsores or pneumonia. The question on this insanity test was..."Would you rather your mother died now, her last memory of life on earth the angst of horrific pain or would you prefer she take her time calmly dying from nasty bedsore infections which finally invade her entire body?"
|St. Jude Statue from Chris Hart Studio|
The real gift from St. Jude is that when you ask for his intercession you free yourself from the feeling of hopelessness, opening the path for what is yet to come. You may not even recognize the answer right away. You must be willing to accept the outcome, find relief in handing over your hopelessness and believe what happens is always what was meant to happen.
My mom died comfortably at 101 of old age, no infections, illnesses or pain. When cleaning her bedroom after her death, I found a slip of paper. This was what she printed in the newspaper years ago. "O blessed St. Jude, to be ever mindful of this great favor, to honor you and gratefully encourage devotion by telling others of your holy intercession. You came to my aide during the darkest of times. I ask that you continue to watch over me and all who invoke your aid. Amen"