Praying to Santa Claus.

Patron Saint of ProstitutesI have been thinking about religion  a lot lately.  Yesterday when I went to a spa to drive the women to testify at the senate, one of the women backed out at the last minute.  When I was leaving she said to me “God bless you”.  Then at the hearing I saw a women testify for the bill to put the women in prison, and she repeated a few times, “I am a Christian woman.  I am a good Christian woman.”

I like the majority of people in Rhode Island, was raised Catholic.  In Catholicism there are patron saints for everything.  If you loose something you pray to Saint Anthony.  I was wondering if there was a patron saint for prostitutes?

Well, there is.  Santa Claus is the patron saint of prostitutes.  In wikipedia there is this description:

In his most famous exploit however, a poor man had three daughters but could not afford a proper dowry for them. This meant that they would remain unmarried and probably, in absence of any other possible employment would have to become prostitutes. Hearing of the poor man’s plight, Nicholas decided to help him but being too modest to help the man in public, (or to save the man the humiliation of accepting charity), he went to his house under the cover of night and threw three purses (one for each daughter) filled with gold coins through the window opening into the man’s house. One version has him throwing one purse for three consecutive nights. Another has him throw the purses over a period of three years, each time the night before one of the daughters comes “of age”. Invariably, the third time the father lies in wait, trying to discover the identity of their benefactor. In one version the father confronts the saint, only to have Saint Nicholas say it is not him he should thank, but God alone. In another version, Nicholas learns of the poor man’s plan and drops the third bag down the chimney instead; a variant holds that the daughter had washed her stockings that evening and hung them over the embers to dry, and that the bag of gold fell into the stocking.

I had no idea that there was even a patron saint for prostitution, but what is even weirder is the fact that all the years I was hanging up stockings on the fireplace I never had any idea about this story.  I wonder how many people know that every year parents line up around malls across America to get their children’s picture on the lap of the patron saint of prostitution?  I am going to pray to pray to Santa tonight, and ask him to help the people in the RI legislative branch will see the truth and not put women in prison.

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