i need the saint of impossible causes
the saint of no return A sermon on the Second Chapter of Ruth One cold, winter evening a group of us decided to go out to a new trendy restaurant… Getting ready, we made sure to dress up in our best duds. You know; play the part. Of all my friends, though, I was the most prepared… That Christmas, in an inspired moment, I asked my folks for a double-breasted, black wool coat—which I still have. And let me tell you, with that jacket, my one pair of nice slacks and dress shoes, I was the “ real - deal .” While the rest of my friends were out there aping at sophistication; I was really pulling it off. Walking in, I knew anyone would be able to see who really belonged there. Until … Until I stepped on a patch of ice . For which my traction-less dress shoes were no help. And those pockets of my refined wool coat were just deep enough to keep my hands pinned to my sides, instead of helping me keep my balance—or catch my f...