Patron Saint of Hot Messes
St. Peter in Chains, pray for us!
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Saint Peter1 is one of my favorite people in the Bible.
It’s not even his letters I’m drawn to the most, although they’re beautiful—it’s the stories of him in the Gospels. I love his floundering and faults; I love his cautious doubt and fiery temper. I love how one minute Jesus names him keeper of the keys and next warns him to “get behind me, Satan”.
Because listen: I wouldn’t have been able to walk on that water, either. I would have denied Jesus, too. There are times that Mary feels so unattainable to me, but Peter? He’s such a hot mess in the very best way.
What I don’t know is if I would have had the courage to return to him after the fact. To jump out of a boat butt-naked and run to him, joyfully proclaiming his return after I cow-towed in midst of his suffering and fell asleep when he asked me to keep watch.