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August 15, 2005
Christopher, Worn Out
Long before I moved to NYC, my Grandma gave me a small gift; a Saint Christopher medal key chain. I think she's given one to all of her grandchildren.
Despite the Catholic church's omission of his Feast Day on the liturgical calendar (It's July 25th) and my ever-increasing distrust of all things related to the official Catholic Church, I've always trusted good ole St. Chris. I've worn his medallian many times as I've traveled all over the country and sometimes the world. I've kept Grandma's St. Christopher gift on my keys ever since she gave it to me. Unlike my swiss army knife, I don't have to worry about the airports confiscating it.
Well, I must be asking alot of St. Christopher these days as he simply fell off my key chain a few weeks ago. It was as if the medal had simply given out. I broke Saint Christopher.
I'm going to my grandmother's 90th birthday party in September. More planes, trains, and automobiles and that's before I even land in Texas. I'll take my broken Saint Christopher on his last official trip hoping there's a last little bit of that mystical mojo that comforts me as I stray from home and then retire him to a tufted jewelry box where a trusted icon can rest in peace. Though it's Grandma's birthday, hopefully she'll have an extra key chain to take up the sword of keeping me spiritually safe and sound and guiding my journey. Saint Christopher II, I look forward to meeting you.
Posted by mermu at August 15, 2005 07:41 PM
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