holy cards and trading cards and OCD devotions

I’ve got like this holy corner on my desk. It didn’t start that way. There was probably a rosary, maybe two, thrown in there out of the way, with a couple of loose crucifixes for twine rosary-making. A holy card joined the collection, then another, and finally, I threw it all together in a little basket.

I’m pretty sure I need a bigger basket.

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I assure you I didn’t start out to be a collector of holy cards and other tiny religious objects — it just kind of caught up with me, not unlike my 50th birthday. It just happened. One day I was a carefree, spiritually messy 20-year-old, and then, BAM, I’m a 50+ year-old church lady, posting about holy cards and secretly (and diligently) praying novenas for your salvation. Yes, yours. Don’t worry, I got your back.

As if that wasn’t enough, I have a traveling collection of holy cards that spill out of my journal. Those are my go-to cards, let’s call them my essential prayers and devotions.

I was at my parents’ for a nice visit over Christmas, and my dad came out of the bedroom with a pile of cards, whining about feeling like his morning devotions were getting out of hand and shows me a handful of cards. I pretty much called him a lightweight and showed him my little collection in my journal.

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My mom, the greatest straight man I’ve ever known, sucked her teeth and judged us. Hard. She got up and disappeared into their bedroom and came out with the epic collection, full of tattered cards and laminated ones in addition to pamphlets of novenas and plastic colorful rosaries. She wins.

Am I scaring you a little? Yeah. I’m a little amused that it has come to this, too. But relax, it’s good. I like it. It makes me feel good, this prayer thing. You could give it a try, too.

 

endless holy cards

Last night in a spontaneous and random status update on Facebook, I announced that I had a ridiculous amount of holy cards stuck everywhere. I was astounded by the response.

Evidently there needs to be a 12-step program for holy card hoarders, huh?

Whatever. I’m not breaking the habit any time soon, so forgetaboutit. They are everywhere, as bookmarks, little reminders, spontaneous little signs of joy, and reminders to pray.

Still, it does amuse me to find them in totally random places. Like the other day, I was looking for some sunglasses in those nifty hideaway tiny compartments in my husband’s good ol’ boy pick-up truck and when I popped the little door the Divine Mercy prayer card fell out. His distress was palpable…”put that back please,” he said, like I was gonna help myself to it.

Oh. Well. I must have a reputation for doing that, then. Oops.

Perhaps that explains why today, after yesterday’s cleaning session and discovery of all things holy cards, I found a new stash…this one just fell out of a journal that I’m not even using. We can talk about my collection of empty journals another time.

Thirteen cards fell out. Thirteen! In just a little journal. I need an intervention 🙂

Are you this ridiculous?