A Franciscan nun who happens to be a good friend of ours related an amusing story earlier this week about a statue that was in residence in her community many years ago.
This statue, according to Sister Antoine, was of a saint, but oddly enough, none of the novitiates knew exactly which saint it was.
So it became, of necessity, a Saint for All Seasons.
For those sisters who needed it to be, it was suddenly Saint Boniface. At the appointed time, it later became Saint Patrick.
And so on.
No one ever learned the true identity of the saint. It morphed into whatever was needed by those involved at the time.
Not unlike contemporary politics.
