So for my Five Favorites today, I would like to share five of my favorite saints!
1. Saint Peter
Peter is absolutely my favorite saint. He’s so endearing. I find myself shaking my head and smiling when listening to his exploits at Mass. So enthusiastic. So clueless! So like us. Peter blathered about building booths for Jesus and company at the Transfiguration, leading the Gospel writer to opine, “He did not really know what he was saying.” Peter denied Jesus. Peter tried to walk on water and sank instead. But Peter also was the first to name Jesus as Messiah, and he was the rock on which Jesus chose to build His Church. How inspiring for all of us that Jesus chose this imperfect soul to be the first Pope, demonstrating that faith and love, not education and ability, are what count most.
2. Saint Monica
St. Monica’s feast was last week and it was then that I suddenly realized I should be praying to her! My kids are nowhere near as wayward as St. Augustine was in his wild younger days, but all mothers pray for their children and who better to be our patron than this mother whose prayers were answered in such a spectacular fashion?
I chose her as my Confirmation saint after reading (and re-reading and re-reading) The Song of Bernadette. My visit to Lourdes as a teenager remains a highlight of my life. An uneducated peasant girl who never sought out sainthood and who was unexceptional in every way before her visions, she is a reminder to all of us that God can use anyone and that anyone who accepts a mission from God will be given the grace to carry it out. I’ve written more about her here.
Even if you aren’t Catholic, you probably know all about St. Patrick; he’s that popular. But aside from the fun of St. Patrick’s Day, I feel a special debt to him which you can read about here.
If you went to Catholic school you probably recall being made to dress up like your patron saint for All Saints Day. Coming up with costumes for these occasions for my kids has always been a challenge since I am not what you would call crafty, but I was very pleased one year to send Teddy off to school wrapped in a sheet and with the first few lines of the inscription that was carved into the head of this poor martyr written on his forehead in red ink.
Who are your favorite saints? You can tell me in the comments below. And check out Mama Knows, Honeychild for more favorites!