A Sign of Contradiction

April 5, 2011 § 5 Comments

When I stumbled upon this great blog post by Julie Robison (courtesy of this post at Catholic Vote), I immediately sympathized with her.  You see, Julie’s post is about picking a saint for your patron for 2011.  Jennifer Fulweiler at the Conversion Diary coded a program that randomly generates a saint for you!  Julie blogged about her generated saint, St. Hyacinth, and how she’d… well, never heard of him.  Yet after a little research, she realized there was a rather awesome connection between her and this seemingly obscure saint. 

I know exactly how she feels.  You see, a month or so ago (back in the beginning of February, I believe) I also saw Jennifer’s saint generator and decided “why not?”  I said a prayer to the Holy Spirit for guidance and then clicked.  The generator spun and…

St. Wenceslaus. 


Oh yeah.   The Christmas song guy.  St. Wenceslaus.  I immediately Googled him because what else did I know besides the opening line of a Christmas carol that barely anyone sung?  Nothing.  I glossed over some of the profiles of him and felt slightly discouraged (although I’m ashamed to admit it).  I really didn’t see what connection I could make to feel like St. Wenceslaus was a fitting patron saint.  And isn’t that a keen observation of my silly human thinking?  This man was a martyr.  A saint and a martyr!  What else did I really need to know he was a good patron?  Alas, my need for a deeper connection blinded me and I gave a sigh and went back to work.  St. Wenceslaus was shoved in the back of my mind.  A few days later, I was browsing through my RSS feeds and getting angrier by the minute.  I scrolled through some headlines on CatholicVote.org and was so frustrated by the state of politics in America.  The godlessness, the hypocrisy, it was making my skin crawl.  And that’s when it hit me.

St. Wenceslaus lived during a time of great political upheaval.  St. Wenceslaus was martyred for his refusal to give up his faith in politics. 

That was it.  That was all I needed to understand.  St. Wenceslaus has more in common with me than my feeble human mind could have ever imagined.  He had to stand for his beliefs in a time of treachery and betrayal.  Deceit, terror, murder, they were all part of the battles he had to endure.  Over one thousand years later, has anything changed?  My faith is under attack daily, spurned by those who claim to preach ‘tolerance’ and ‘equality’ for all, yet deride and mock my own beliefs in the most acrimonious and disgusting terms.  No one may be out to murder me, but what about the countless unborn children that are killed through abortion every year?  Who is standing against the politicians of my time who claim religion is to be hidden, to be kept secret in one’s innermost being?  Wenceslaus was a ruler who proclaimed his faith boldly despite great opposition.  He did not keep it secret, in the “dim recesses of his heart”.  This is an example to be upheld.  The faith in our hearts is to be proclaimed, to be granted dignity and respect, not hidden away.  St. Wenceslaus knew the truth of this.  He was taught his religion by those whom my society scorns: the elderly.   Who are they in today’s world, so many centuries later?  We do not seek their wisdom; we spurn their experience.  We ask only for perfect bodies, youthful faces.  Make my wrinkles disappear, give me firm skin, make me fit into my daughter’s jeans, give me a second adolescence.  Age and frailty are demeaned, termed a life no longer worth living.  Who decides the merits of a life?  Who dares to cast judgment on who lives and who dies?  St. Wenceslaus stood for his Church, his God even unto a martyr’s death.  I will stand for Her too, for the truth She proclaims in the midst of relativism, in the midst of foul slander and deafening silence.  There is truth and St. Wenceslaus knew it.  Men do not offer their lives for things they know are lies.  Real men.  That is what this saint is and that is what I seek.  Men who believe and who are not afraid to believe.  I look to my leaders and I see lies and distortions, men who play games and hide behind rhetoric, not a ruler willing to declare his faith in every act he made, even if it led him to his end, losing his life on a bloody field of snow for his God.  Give me real men.  Give me truth and courage over this mindless morass of greed and arrogance.  Give me a sign of contradiction, a knowledge built on reason and mystery together.  Give me a solid rock, a effervescent grace, a tangible God, an unearthly majesty.  Give me an omnipotent Creator in the heavens and a humble Savior in the palm of my hand.      

St. Wenceslaus is my patron saint for 2011 for a good reason.  I intend to make his intercession count.


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§ 5 Responses to A Sign of Contradiction

  • Rose- this is such a wonderful entry!! Thank you so much commenting and for sharing this story. I’ll be posting something similar to this topic later today, if you’re interested. I am so glad your patron saint worked out too! There was a discussion happening that, really, we don’t pick our patron saints- they pick us. Isn’t that a neat concept? Good luck and God bless! If God is for us, who can be against us? 😀

  • admin says:

    Thanks, Julie! I will check back and see your later post soon! 🙂

  • Megen says:

    Great post, Rose, thanks! I got St. Joseph Calasanz (patron of students, universities, poor students–woo-hoo, very relevant). Alan got St. Hedwig. He is still trying, like you were, to figure that one out ;).

    Hey, did you know St. W was Czech …!?

  • Megen says:

    But I am looking for a novena to St. Joseph Calasanz and there doesn’t appear to be one =(.

  • admin says:

    Thanks, Meg! St. Joseph Calasanz does sound relevant. I like the specification of “poor” students haha. Different from regular students! And St. Hedwig… hmmm lol I don’t know much about her. I did read that St. Wenceslaus was Czech! Tell Alan I approve of his heritage. 😉 I’ll ask my Dad if he knows any good places to find obscure novenas and the like. If anyone will, he will.

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