As a young boy, I can still recall sitting next to my mother, flipping through the pages of the "Picture Book of Saints.” My favorite was John the Baptist. He wore clothes made from camel's hair, roamed the desert and ate locusts for food. As a 7 yr old boy, that was pretty awesome!
One of my mother’s favorites was St. Philip of Neri. She said when he died, his heart was so big, two of his ribs had broken just to make room for it! To my young mind it made sense mom would like Philip of Neri and his big ole heart. My mom was a nurse.