Have you ever been working with a ball of yarn or string and got it tangled up in knots? Perhaps at first it doesn’t seem too bad, but then as you try to untangle it, matters just seem to get worse. I have always loved knitting and other fiber art hobbies, and there have been more times than I can count when I was faced with a tangled ball of yarn that I despaired of ever salvaging. But I knew better than to just give up; instead I would give it to my mother, who truly has the patience of a saint when it comes to unraveling messes. Perhaps this is why I respond so readily to the Blessed Virgin Mary’s title as Our Lady Undoer of Knots. Are there any problems that a mother’s patience can’t solve?