St. Jude

My dear brother and a good friend of mine are both taking their professional licensure exams this weekend. While their exams are for 2 different professions in 2 different countries, both are going to plead their case at the St. Jude Church near Malacanang Palace (the official residence of the Philippine president) tomorrow. It's funny how many board takers flock there every Thursday. Don't ask why Thursday... must be the day St. Jude died.

Said to be the patron saint of the desperate, legend has it that Jude's real name was actually Judas. So fearful were people of mistakenly calling the other Judas (Judas Iscariot, betrayer of Christ) that only the really desperate ones call on this saint for help. Of course, later on, the Roman Catholic Church changed his name to the now familiar Jude.

I haven't felt desperation for quite a while now. I suppose if I did I might give this St. Jude a try. Seems to work. See, Gloria has been desperately clinging to her position for about 6 years now, and she's still there.

Perhaps I should petition the CBCP (Catholic Bishop Conference of the Philippines) to relocate the St. Jude Church.