My daughter chose St. Genesius and that was news to me. She didn’t want jewelry so I came across this neat site: Patriarts to find some unique gifts for her.
Patriarts is interesting. But I think I’m going to stick with something more traditional.
Funny, I’m sort of a teetotaler, and yet I ended up with the patron saint of winemakers. The truth is, I was attracted to Vincent because of his life and martyrdom, his courage and steadfast faith. The later legends connecting him to wine are sort of afterthoughts to me, I suppose – but I sometimes thinks that God has a sense of humor in sticking the two of us together.
Ah, but tonight I stumbled across a site that sells plain ol’ Vincent of Saragossa medals.
tiny.cc/VincentSaragossaMedals
Not cheap, admittedly, but as hard to find as Vincent has been, I’m just glad to find this.
Back to the original topic… The other day I mentioned to a guy at work that I took the confirmation name “Vicenta.” Ugh. Sort of opened a big can of worms. There is a lady who is an evangelical Protestant who can’t stand Catholicism because she got stuck in a Catholic school when she was young and all her classmates did weird stuff (like praying the rosary and using holy water). And all during the time I was in RCIA, she kept preaching about why I shouldn’t be messing with Catholics. Didn’t work, 'cause I became Catholic anyway.
Anyway, on this day our UPS guy made a delivery. His name happens to be Vincent. After he left, I mentioned to a male co-worker about my confirmation name, and that’s when the other lady jumped in. – “Why do you need to change your name?” (I explained I wasn’t changing my name.) “What are we supposed to call you now?” (Doni, of course, like always.) She sort of got cut short because a customer came in, but I think I’ve got another “Catholic black mark” on me now.
And thankfully, for that day at least, I didn’t have to get into why we actually PRAY to saints. But I’ve been trying to prepare for that one if it ever comes up.