Now Saint Jude is not a saint I’ve called on for intercession in the past but the other day I embarked on a hopeless case and thought it might be time to pray to Saint Jude. I could use a little help: I had to renew my driver’s license — in person.
It’s not like I have a gazillion tickets or that I have some huge health issue that would keep me from driving. Not at all. But there are a lot more hoops to jump through since the last time I showed up in person to do a renewal.
For starters, there was this letter with a a rather lengthy list of documentation I needed. Things like a copy of a utility bill, social security card, and all that stuff that I know I have somewhere but not here, not now. So I spent the morning frantically pulling paperwork together. Then I headed to the nearest DPS office.
Next, the place was absolutely full with a guaranteed minimum two-hour wait. I held up the wall, looked around, and watched. Uh oh. The eye test. I didn’t have my prescription glasses. What now?
I could have thrown up my hands, walked out and hoped I’d be able to get back before my license expired but I decided to do what any good Catholic would do as I understand it: I prayed.
I don’t know many Catholic prayers and even fewer by heart but I have learned the Glory Be and the Hail Mary and have always known the Our Father. I decided an impromptu informal chaplet to Saint Michael, my patron saint was in order, as well as prayers to my Guardian angel and any other angel willing to listen and help. As I prayed Saint Jude and his passion for hopeless cases came to mind. I would pray to Saint Jude.
I remember thinking how great it would be if the DPS person would simply waive the paperwork and I could somehow miraculously pass the eye test. Now, I’ve had the eyeglass restriction on my driver’s license since my first license for (ahem) nearly 40 years and not once had I ever passed an eye test, not even as a teen. Still, I persevered in my prayers and probably bored Saint Jude to death in the process.
After an hour and a half of prayer, yes really, I settled down and waited. Another ninety minutes passed before I heard my number called.
The woman had a purple flower in her hair and a James Avery butterfly ring on her finger. I tried not to smile. We talked. She quickly scanned my documentation.
“Your birth certificate?”
“Uh. . . no–” I handed what papers I had.
“That’s okay. Get your glasses and read that first line there,” she said pointing to the reader contraption as she scanned my papers.
“Uh, let me see if I have my glasses.”
“Give it a try and if you need to put your glasses on you can afterwards.”
Now this is where I’m sure Saint Jude came to the rescue. I took one look at those soft letters and rattled them off at lightening speed.
“No problem,” she said. “You don’t even need that eyeglass restriction. I’m going to remove it so you don’t have to worry about carrying your glasses.”
Then she took my photo. I signed my name and she handed me my paper license.
For the first time, I am the proud owner of an unrestricted driver’s license. Bless you, Saint Jude.
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Here’s A quick prayer to Saint Jude
May the Sacred Heart of Jesus be adored, glorified, loved and preserved now and forever. Sacred Heart of Jesus have mercy on us, Saint Jude worker of Miracles, pray for us, Saint Jude helper and keeper of the hopeless, pray for us, Thank you Saint Jude. (Prayer via Wikipedia)