Peter said to Mary, Sister we know that the Savior loved you more than the rest of woman. Tell us the words of the Savior which you remember which you know, but we do not, nor have we heard them.
Mary answered and said, What is hidden from you I will proclaim to you. And she began to speak to them these words: I, she said, I saw the Lord in a vision and I said to Him, Lord I saw you today in a…
The best thing about that article is that there gets to be a point where you’re like surely. Surely we can’t get sexier and less-martyr-y than this. And that point is about a 3rd of the way through the piece.
For my own amusement, I have included some even sluttier Sebastians found in the most cursory of Google searches:
gotta love the fact that of the two lives of St Radegund, the one written by a nun is all about her good work for the community and the one written by a monk is torture porn.
this is from the Vita Radegundis of the nun Baudonivia:
(that attitude. i’d literally let radegund drive her horse over me.)
and this is from her Life by Fortunatus, who clearly had a problem (proceed with caution: very violent self-harm)
gotta love the fact that of the two lives of St Radegund, the one written by a nun is all about her good work for the community and the one written by a monk is torture porn.
Don’t forget that Saint Patrick is not the only saint whose feast day is March 17. It is also the feast of Saint Gertrude, the patron saint of cats and the people who love them.
“Saints are part of the language of humanity in its dialogue with God, the moments of conversation that kindle towards understanding, the evidence that the language of prayer is not an algebra to be mastered and skilfully put to use but a relation to be entered into.”
The Triumph of the Name of Jesus Giovanni Battista Gaulli (Il Baciccio) (Italian; 1639–1709) 1676–79 Oil on paper, laid down on canvas Princeton University Art Museum, Princeton, New Jersey
Working study for one of the most important illusionistic Baroque frescoes, The Triumph of the Name of Jesus, on the ceiling of Il Gesù in Rome
Simon is patron saint of the tin of soup at the back of gran’s cupboard. Cream of beef and biscuit crumb. That’s where she hides the money.
Betty is patron saint of the funny little furniture shop just off the high street that always has a sale on. You need an armchair but you leave with a map of Snæfellsjökull and a shovel. “If you find the chest,” the owner tells you, “the contents are yours.”
Xavier, patron saint of that black-and-white movie you saw once, but can’t quite remember. There was a casino, I think? And the heroine lived on a boat with a parakeet named Bogart. It was amazing.
Will is patron saint of The Thing that lives under pub carpets, the really bright ones like migraine auras. Where do they come from, even? Anyway, The Thing loves them and wants a pint.
Saint Silvan is a miracle. Since he died two-thousand years ago, not one atom of his beautiful body has succumbed to the natural decay of the flesh. But the planet is not so fortunate. In a small church in Dubrovnik, Silvan lies in state for the veneration of the faithful while nation after nation succumbs to the rising tides of climate change. When an immortal dandy calling himself Az offers Silvan a job boosting humanity’s morale by prettifying the revered dead, Silvan is eager to offer his talents, unaware that someone may be playing him for a holy fool. From Imperial Rome to Soviet Russia, Silvan crosses the worlds of the living and the dead to uncover his past and divine his future in a dying world.
This is a story of magic and makeup, crypts and clownfish.
Saturnalia was the Ancient Roman mid-December festival of feasting, gift-giving, and wild partying, when ordinary Romans turned social norms upside down and revelled in pandemonium.
Saturnalia features in Beauty Secrets of The Martyrs, my novella of magic, makeup, crypts, and clownfish. I have three signed copies to give away this December, to lend a little pandemonium to your mid-winter festivities.
“Mary, in the course of history, has not failed to show her motherly care for the little ones…think of…Lucia, Francisco, and Jacinta of Fatima.” -St. John Paul II Dollsfromheaven.com
Peter said to Mary, Sister we know that the Savior loved you more than the rest of woman. Tell us the words of the Savior which you remember which you know, but we do not, nor have we heard them.
