|This is me at work asking flat St. Francis to intercede on my behalf so that God might send me a new Mac.|
However, the most prominent sign came literally, in paper form, as I carried a drawing of St. Francis around with me this week. I think it was sometime today, deadline day, and coincidentally, St. Francis' feast day, that I started talking to my holy cartoon friend. Stuck in the middle of writing an article on a tax cap survey, I found myself staring at the perpetual smirk drawn on his face in black marker. Flat St. Francis was taped to the top of my computer monitor. I was avoiding my work by eating a chicken salad sandwich and day-dreaming about St. Francis walking until his feet bled to spread the word of God when I suddenly thought that maybe there was still room for me and my spiritual turmoil in God's house. Flat St. Francis seemed so persistent. So I gave in and promised the drawing that I would address my faith journey with a fresh perspective. I'd go back to Mass at my home parish this Sunday.