The Swiss Guard are, of course, dedicated to Our Lady. In their honor, and so, in the Blessed Virgin Mary’s honor, the Green-Thumb parishioner planted some of what she calls Swiss Guard flowers. At first I thought she meant some others, but I finally saw these open up with all the stripes like the uniforms of the Swiss Guard. Mind you, the Swiss Guard crowd, to a man, hates the uniforms designed by Michelangelo way back in the day. But, as long as they have them, these will be called the Swiss Guard flowers. I’m sure they don’t mind them being “picked” for the Immaculate Conception. By the way, everyone has been quick to point out that in time of famine, one can eat the leaves of these flowers like a salad. O.K. But, that would only get one just a part of a meal, one time. And then? Call the Swiss Guard, I say.
I find it good that the uniforms cannot be the source of pride for a Swiss Guard member. For their dignity (and our own) comes from more than clothes.
Ah. Yes. You sound just like Chesterton in his Heretics, but on the right side of things of course.