Naturally, as a Jesuit, I am incredibly fond of Ignatius, Francis Xavier and a host of other (official and unofficial) saints of the Society of Jesus. Beyond the Jesuits, the Church offers me a rich array of wonderful saints and Jim Martin’s My Life With the Saints, which many of you may already have read, was a great refresher course in how to make the saints an more active part of my spiritual life.
Why, then, when I lose something don’t I pray to St. Anthony or to St. Joseph of Cupertino when a plane ride gets bumpy? Whenever I feel the need to call upon a saint, I inevitably go straight to St. Jude, the patron of “lost causes,” and ask for his help and intercession.
I think it’s because I assume that everything else is going to fail and so I might as well go straight to the court of last appeal. How Irish is that?