He's a saint

So today is my name day. That is, it is the feast of St. Timothy who I am named after. In Russia, a person's name day is more celebrated that his birthday. I wrote "Happy feast of St. Timothy" up on the board in Freedom's and Professor Root drew a big black X through the "Timothy!" Ah! On my name day! Like it was wrong. If you look here, you can clearly see that today is indeed the feast of St. Timothy. Even more, he wrote "Aquinas" next to it giving the reason the tomorrow is the feast of St. Thomas Aquinas. So what? As if that was a reason. Aquinas' day being tomorrow has no bearing on it being Timothy's day today. What's more, he was wrong. The feast of Aquinas is Friday, not Thursday. Grrrrrr. Anyway, I spent some time reading about saints. Sometimes I wonder about the Catholic Church. Apparently St. Stephen the Martyr is the patron saint of stonemasons. What a macabre irony. Is St. Paul the patron of cloak-room attendants? And get this. St. Timothy, the disciple of Paul, who accompanied him on many of his trips, who went on missionary journeys on Paul's behalf, who ministered to him in prison, who has two books of the Bible named after him, is the patron saint of (drum roll...) stomach trouble. Really. That's it. Why? Because of the verse where Paul says "take a little wine for your stomach's sake." I mean, of all the things, why that? He spread the gospel across Greece. He was the first bishop of Ephesus. He was martyred after opposing a pagan festival dedicated to the goddess Artemis. And what does the Holy Catholic Church honor him for? One line about an upset stomach. What do you have to do to make the Church happy? They freakin' stoned him for christssake. Literally. Anyway, there is a lot more potential in this saint thing, so there may be more on it later.