One of today’s saints was named Braulio, and he was the Bishop of Saragossa. I’ll be honest: I had fun saying out loud “Announcing Braulio, Bishop of Saragossa!!” while writing this blog. Try it–it’s fun, especially if you affect a vaguely Spanish accent (Saragossa of then is now spelled “Zaragoza” and is a city in northeastern Spain).

What I like about “Braulio, Bishop of Saragossa” is that he was a writer and a poet. In fact, one of the very few writings of Braulio, Bishop of Saragossa, that has been preserved (since the 7th century, no less) was written in iambic verse, in honor of someone called Saint Emilian.

Butler has little-to-nothing to share about Braulio (other than his being Bishop of Saragossa) and that Braulio wrote. Sometimes, just “doing our art” is the surest and best way to lead our lives. Maybe that’s always the case. If we are created in the image of the Creator, then it seems like that’s a good bet regarding what we’re supposed to do, too.

Iambic, huh?