… Tomorrow my son will be forced to endure another classroom party and be the unwilling witness to the character assassination of good St. Valentine. When I think of what the hippies did to poor St. Francis I get angry, Jesus style.
He has to bring in 18 of those little Valentine cards to share with his class and pass out to the other kids while us parents have to bring in cupcakes and pink food. I’m sure my sweet suffering child will have to make construction paper hearts and some other crap. I don’t envy him one bit.
What young man doesn’t love a story about a virtuous rebel and valiant servant of God. And honestly, speaking as a woman, I think our story of the real saint is far more romantic and noble.