VooDoo Catholicism. I’m not a big fan of things like burying a statue of St Joseph when you are trying to sell a house. It seems disrespectful and superstitious. I’m not sure of the Church’s official position on this, but my take on it is that it’s fine to pray to St Joseph for intervention if you are having trouble selling your home, but Saints are not rabbit’s feet.
Ah, Fr. Vincent Serpa at Catholic Answers confirms:
“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but such behavior is not supported by the Catholic Church because it is superstition. Everything we do, we do according to a rational a context. There is no rhyme nor reason to burying a statue so that one will sell one’s house. This has nothing to do with anything. There is no rational context here. Acting from superstition is opposed to trusting in God and is therefore sinful.”
Politics just keeps getting weirder and I grew up during the Nixon Era.
I always say that I don’t like cover bands, but I frequently like re-makes of songs (Rio by Goldfinger, Beat It by Fall Out Boy, The First Cut is the Deepest by Sheryl Crowe). I think that maybe I like when bands put their own spins on songs rather than impersonating the original.
Today’s guilty pleasure song: That’s Not My Name by The Ting Tings. Lame but catchy.
Ooh Something Shiny! 