You're right, hamburger. It's a little tough giving up things like the Holy Ghost.
(One of my favorite memories was listening to Sister Mary Gilmary explain to us that we wouldn't be using the term "Holy Ghost" anymore. The year was 1961 and someone had decided that "Holy Spirit" was a little easy to swallow, gave a better image than 'Ghost'. So we had to start saying Father, Son and Holy Spirit while doing the Sign of the Cross. It was my first exposure to the Madison Ave sect of the Roman Catholic Church.)
Other tough things to give are:
Having St. Anthony find my car keys.
and
Knowing that I cannot depend upon St. Jude (the Saint of Hopeless Cases) to revive the little girl I read about in this morning's paper. (Years ago I would have placed a little entreaty to him for mercy.)
Still, I do not pass St. Patrick's without going in and lighting a candle for my mother near the statue of the Little Infant of Prague.
My mother's favorite, even though she was Irish to the core, the receiver of Impossible Requests, the words "Ask and you shall receive, knock and it shall be opened unto you." still ring.
Joe(Except now I ask myself instead of ghosts.)Nation