“Jude is my favorite of all the saints,” he says. “Patron saint of lost causes. The saint to call on when all hope is gone. The one in charge of miracles.” ~ Jandy Nelson
My country needs a miracle. As my heart scans the undulating sand dunes stretched out before me, I see no hope for my land. We have seen the government we voted in shockingly stolen from us. The sordid past once again occupies the seats of power and authority. Everything we fought for is gone. And yet, each day, we seem to lose more and more. And more. Corruption is rife. Money buys loyalty.
I know the importance of hope, but there is none left in me to summon.
Heart aching for my country, I consecrate her to St. Joseph. Please save my land, St. Joseph, I pray. Every fibre of my being wants to give up and to leave this country and start a new life somewhere else, but I’ve never run away and won’t start now.
I call out to the night for hope. I seek and call, over and over. Please give me hope, I beg of heaven.
Then, someone strikes a match in the dark.
Patron saint of lost causes.
The saint to call on when all hope is gone.
The one in charge of miracles.