Alright, as you noticed, I have
lately been writing blogs after things that already happened. Like writing about a canonization a whole
week late, or Mother’s Day, etc. Why
have I been so late?
Well, I’ve been out
of my home of the United States and have been travelling on the other side of
the pond, in beautiful Europe. What I
have been doing will be revealed in later blogs (don’t want to ruin the
surprise) but while traveling, I couldn’t help but think of St. Christopher,
the famous patron saint of travelers.
Mostly made of legend, St.
Christopher was a very tall, strong man; people called him a giant. Resolving to serve the strongest and most
powerful, he served the king. He found the king was afraid of the devil, and
then served the devil. Then he found the
devil was afraid of Jesus, and found someone who introduced him to
Christianity. He then served Jesus,
devoting his life’s work by using his strength to carry travelers across a
river. One of these people was a young
child. Christopher carried the child
across, and in the middle of the river the child grew heavier, and eventually,
Christopher could not carry him. He
struggled to the end of the river, where the child told Christopher that he was
Christ, and that he was so heavy because he was carrying the weight of the
world. Christ then told Christopher to
put his staff in the ground. The next
day Christopher’s staff became a tree. This
miracle converted many, which angered the king, and so Christopher was
killed.
There’s the story, and it is why St. Christopher is the patron saint of travelers. St. Christopher, may you help all travelers to cross borders and enter new lands with the strength of Christ.
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