Gather, all ye faithful, and mark well the story of Saint Kristy of Tarzana, the venerated mystic and miracle worker whose piety and suffering provide inspiration to the destitute and lowly.
Though little is known of her childhood, popular folk tales depict Kristy as a pleasant child with an obedient disposition. She remained carefree, even when tasked with impossible challenges. According to unsubstantiated lore, she amazed local elders by completing both Super Mario Bros. 3 and DuckTales for the original Nintendo Entertainment System, and she drew gasps of wonder from the seekers who came to watch her play hackey sack in California Games. Those who had seen her play soon renounced their families and retreated to lives of contemplation to ponder their brief encounters with such palpable Divine energy.
As a teenager, Kristy is reported to have taken a vow of chastity, promising the Lord that she would forever live apart from the filth and degradation of the male sex. Potential suitors were rebuffed with a scowl that was said to contain all the fury of the Old Testament, as if she could call down fire and brimstone if further provoked. None dared approach her.
Here, the ancient chronicles agree, was a woman so fair and pure that the Blessed Light of God’s Holy Love could be detected burning within her spellbinding hazel eyes. Her smile shone like a radiant harvest moon, and when she sang, birds fell dead from the sky, overpowered by the Beauty of her sacred song.
For many years, she continued in this way, devoting herself to scholarly pursuits and performing acts of service and charity in and around the village of Indians, Pennsylvania, where she had enrolled at the local university. During this time, Kristy lived on a meager diet of Taco Bell and Mountain Dew, in keeping with her life of poverty.
One night, as she immersed herself in study, an angel appeared before her, a vision of dazzling light which frightened her severely.
“Fear not,” said the heavenly messenger, “for the Lord has examined your heart and found it blameless. Blessed are you among college girls, O Kristy! Blessed be your organizational skills and your boundless patience, for they shall be much tested in your future!”
Kristy dropped to her knees in supplication. “Praise be to the Lord of Hosts for calling me to be an elementary school teacher! I shall strive to apply His gifts in my classroom!”
The angel’s light flickered for a moment. “Lo!” said he, “‘tis not your career with which we are currently concerned. Rather, I speak to thee of love, Romantic love! For tomorrow you shall meet your husband.”
“My husband? Pray, say that it is not so! I have foresworn the repugnant, odorous act of carnal knowledge! Many worthy men have I turned away to keep this pledge.”
“So it has been,” replied the angel. “God acknowledges your faith, but His ways are mysterious. You must forsake your vows in order to aid one of His lost sheep. You must carry this burden.”
“How shall I know whom the Lord has chosen for me? What shall be the sign?”
“You shall find him among the lowest of the low, offering food to the Philistines.” Saying no more, the messenger vanished. Kristy spent the rest of the evening in prayer, beseeching her Heavenly Father for guidance.
The next day, she came upon a young man selling popcorn at the campus movie theater, which was crowded with fans of Canadian comedian Tom Green. Clearly, these were Philistines. As Kristy approached this man, she felt the padlock on her chastity belt snap and heard the entire contraption clatter to the floor.
“Your underwear fell off,” the popcorn man said.
“Praise be to God,” replied Kristy, who pulled him unto her. “He has ordained this coupling.”
They were soon wed, and though Kristy devoted herself to marriage as she had once devoted herself to Taco Bell bean burritos, she could not see how her shining example had impacted the heathen whom she had taken for a husband. He spoke with a foul tongue, scattered his dirty socks through their apartment like a farmer casting seeds onto unwelcome soil, and he made such noise while sleeping that she feared a legion of gaseous demons had possessed him. She began to despair and cried out to the Lord, saying, “Hesr me, O Benevolent Creator, and ease my sorrow! I toil every hour of the day for the improvement of my husband, who is surely as accursed as Nineveh. Must I, like Jonah, spend my days offering comfort to the wicked?”
The Lord heard her anguished wailing and sent sn angel to reassure her.
“Take solace, you who are so beloved by God, for the path you trod is long and rocky, but it shall bear glorious fruit.” This message soothed her, and she vowed to continue as before, but with praise in her heart for the Divine Wisdom revealed to her.
She struggled on for two score years as her husband became increasingly worrisome. His self-abuse was so persistent that the Merciful Lord struck him blind. His words were coarse and sometimes careless, and he believed himself possessed of humor none else could see. As he grew older, he began to dress as a fool, and the people of the town mocked him openly. Kristy devoted herself to her husband and kept him safe and healthy. She raised their children into a maturity her husband achieved only fleetingly.
In her sixty-fifth year, she once more gave in to despair. She had been faithful and dutiful, yet her husband remained devoted to foolishness and frivolity. “My God, my God,” she shouted in anguish. “Why have you forsaken me? Have I not done all that you asked and more? Have I not devoted my life to suffering as you commanded me? You promised Glorious Fruit, but I confess that I can see none. I will continue, if that be Thy will, but am I really following the true path? Forgive my impertinence, but please reassure me that my agony is for Your Higher Purpose.”
From the next room, her husband called out to her. “Honey, I made us some lemonade. The grandkids will be here soon.”
The arrival of lemonade and grandchildren restored Kristy’s commitment to the path placed before her by her God. She grew in faith and love until her dying day, and all who knew her believed in her patience and commitment and many devoted themselves to her practice, marrying fools of their own and devoting themselves to the care of those less sensible.