Maybe it’s because I am an impulsive klutz myself, but there is something totally endearing to me about Saint Peter. I love his bluster and his bravado, I identify with his sorrow and shame at betraying his Lord, and I feel his embarrassment at the lake shore of Tiberius when Jesus asks him three times to feed his sheep. Peter seems very real to me. I know him and I take great consolation from the fact that, if there’s room for Peter, there’s also a place for me beside the Lord.
Who is your “Saint Peter”?