When I was young, because I traveled frequently, my mother would pray to Saint Christopher on my behalf. She did so long after Saint Christopher's name was left off the revised liturgical calendar (despite his standing as the patron saint of travelers) as he was one those Saints whose stories or existence were more pure folklore. My mother knew all this but she held onto her devotion and did so with a smile.
"Did your plane crash?"
"No, Ma."
"Then thank Saint Kit!"













