Two weeks ago, I went back to the Catholic Student Center for the first time since I left to join ACE. I got to see Fr. Kyle briefly, and had lunch with Gabriel at Chipotle. It felt so good to be back in the place where my life changed for the better so much. At the same time, it was strange to not really belong there anymore.
On the drive home, my saint bracelet broke. I’ve been wearing it on my right wrist (since I keep my watch on my left) every day since I got it four years ago. Lacy, the CDA Regent at the time, brought a whole bag of them back from Rome, blessed by the Holy Father (already B16 then). I instantly fell in love with it. It was, at the time, my only blessed object, and by the pope, no less! It united me with the CSC and my CDA sister. And more than that, it gave me a subtle but instant and clear outward sign of my Catholicism. It was perfect.
|Goodbye, Saint Bracelet|
My students in Alabama were intrigued by my saint bracelet. At the first school, most of my students weren’t Catholic, so their interest was particularly piqued. At the second, many of the students were Catholic, so they wanted to wear them, too. (Of course you don’t have to be Catholic to wear Catholic jewelry.)
As the years passed, it got more worn and torn. The beads lost their gold paint, the elastic inside was stretched out. Finally, it broke. I was heartbroken. I ordered a shiny new replacement and buried the old one in the backyard with far too much solemnity for a cheap piece of jewelry. It feels good to have a saint bracelet back on my wrist, but it will never quite be the same.