Patron Saint

Monday, 13 January 2003

as you know, if you read this piece of dung with any sem­blance of reg­u­lar­ity, i am crazy. i also fence. last night at mass in­stead of lis­ten­ing to the eu­charis­tic prayer which i have heard prob­a­bly around 2,000 times in my life i got to think­ing. is there a pa­tron saint for swords? so af­ter the re­ces­sional i leapt silently up four flights of stairs and wan­dered in the gen­eral di­rec­tion of my room in a mad­cap quest to find this out. when i fi­nally ar­rived at my room an hour later i’d for­got­ten about it. but then i re­mem­bered and checked it out.

There is no pa­tron saint for swords, but there are THREE for sword­smiths, Dunstan, Maurice, and Michael the Archangel. so no dice. but, was there a pa­tron saint for fenc­ing? yep, that is Michael the Archangel again. Something about beat­ing the shit out of Lucifer with a sword and kick­ing his re­bel­lious ass out of par­adise. oh yeah, that and be­ing the gen­eral of the heav­enly host. what you think an­gels just sit around all day and sing praises? they need to kick ass too.

when i was con­firmed as an adult in the Catholic church it is cus­tom­ary to ac­cept a con­fir­ma­tion name of a saint who you think is a good match for you. I chose my bro Michael the Archangel. and then later i be­came a fencer. al­beit not a very good one, but at least i’ve got gump­tion.