I was checking some blog stats and noticed this particular post had a lot of hits and so checked it out.
It dawned on me that it had all the hits because of Valentine's day. One update, the friendship I describe in this piece is still just as crazy.
There have been times both of us have wished the other one would some how drop off the face of the planet.
We really are not that much alike and do get on each other's nerves. The meddlesome angels that work with us seem to feel we need this relationship--or they need it--so whenever there's been a major falling out, it's always been shortly followed by a situation in which we're forced back into relying on each other.
I now work for the same company she does and technically she would be my mega boss--in theory. St Raphael is the patron saint for happy encounters and it is to him those fearing the Valentine's post should properly direct their prayers.
Clare Ward, spokeswoman for the Catholic Enquiry Office, the official body providing information on Catholic life, said that while the distinction between the saints has always been clear within the Church it has, over the years, been blurred outside.
St Valentine is said to have been martyred in Rome in 269.
While his exact history is unclear, Valentine is thought to have existed as archaeologists have unearthed an early church dedicated to someone of that name."There is a lot of evidence to suggest that young people who have tapped into prayer groups have found partners," she said.
Her father is so sure of the outcome he has his servants secretly dig a grave---to avoid more family embarrassment.
Morning comes and the maid is sent upstairs to check on the inevitable dead husband only to find him still living. Sarah's father then has his servants secretly fill in the grave---to avoid more family embarrassment.
For me Raphael has always been the angel of coyote lessons.