so Iâve always sort of liked the idea that within the communion of saints there the Heavy Hitters, the Career Saints who are invoked widely and in situations of grave needâIâm talking your Catherines and Francises and Theresas, the Twelve Disciples and Michael; the Big Time Major League saints who intercede on behalf of so many, and so are always in conversation with the divine, case managers for the sick and dying and hurting and faithful of the world.
but that also means that thereâs a bunch of saints hanging around who are justâminor holy women, lesser martyrs, incidental virgins, doctors of the church who never managed to find a publisher. Theyâre not prayed to very often, and rarely called on to manage the difficult cases; they have a lot of free time.
so what do you do, if youâre a saint with some free time on your hands? You answer all the not-quite-prayers, the âjesus, donât turn red donât turn redâ muttered by cab drivers and the âchrist, can you just try it to see this from my point of view?â spat out by a furious girlfriend and all the âoh god please let me make this meeting in timeâ âplease donât let me failâ âIâm so tired I hope I can get homeâ
or maybe I just like the idea that every time you mutter âgod, let me be okayâ thereâs some girl killed in 9th century for refusing to marry who falls into step beside youâand though no book or chronicle or living person remembers her name, she squints up at you and says with holy authority, âyeah, youâre going to be fine.â