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St. Joe's Knows

This week, Debbie and her sister Lee have had some challenges in the real estate market.

Apparently, these challenges were more serious than I thought because Lee visited St. Jude's to buy some St. Joseph's statues. Now ... many of you who are not Catholic might not be aware of what I will tell you next. I just found this out myself.

If you bury a St. Joseph's staute in your yard, your house will sell faster.

I'm not kidding. There is a whole industry out there for this. You can buy a St. Joe's Home Sales Kit for $5.95. There are instructions and a novena included:

1. Make a hole in the ground that is large enough to bury the St. Joseph statue (in protective wrap) vertically.
2. Place the statue upside down in the ground.

3. Face the upside down statue TOWARDS the home that is to be sold.

4. For nine consecutive days, pray to St. Joseph (Novena included).

5. Once the home is sold, remove the statue from the ground.

6. Display the statue in a place of honor in the new home.

There are numerous stories about the origin of this tradition. One dates back to the Middle Ages. An order of European nuns once buried a medal of St. Joseph while asking the saint to help them get a convent. Another was connected to German carpenters who buried the statues in the foundations of houses they built.

Whatever the origin ... it continues with Debbie and Lee (better known as the Catholic sisters of St. Pete). I think they should have a tagline on their business cards:

"The Catholic sisters, serving your every real estate need ... one statue at a time."

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