Sancte Christophore, ora pro nobis!
My name day!
Præsta quæsumus, omnipotens Deus: ut, qui beati Christophori Martyris tui, natalitia colimus, intercessione eius, in tui nominis amore roboremur. Per Dominum nostrum... (Collect for the Commemoration of Saint Christopher, Martyr - June 25, Missale Romanum, 1962:
Grant, we beseech Thee, O almighty God, that we, who venerate the natal day of blessed Christopher, Thy martyr, may, through his intercession, be strengthened in the love of Thy name.
Christopher was a tall, powerful man. When he became a Christian, he went to live beside a dangerous river where he put his strength to use carrying travelers safely from one side to the other.
One day, while resting in his hut, he heard a child’s voice crying, "Christopher, come out and carry me across." Outside Christopher found a little boy. He grabbed his staff, put the child on his shoulder and stepped into the water. But with each step, the waves grew higher, the current grew stronger and the weight of the child increased. Christopher was afraid he would lose his step and that both he and the little boy would drown. At last, exhausted and gasping for breath, he crawled up the bank on the opposite shore.
"Boy," Christopher said, "who are you?"
The little boy answered, "Today on your shoulder you carried the Creator of the world. I am Christ your king." Then the Christ Child vanished.
Præsta quæsumus, omnipotens Deus: ut, qui beati Christophori Martyris tui, natalitia colimus, intercessione eius, in tui nominis amore roboremur. Per Dominum nostrum... (Collect for the Commemoration of Saint Christopher, Martyr - June 25, Missale Romanum, 1962:
Grant, we beseech Thee, O almighty God, that we, who venerate the natal day of blessed Christopher, Thy martyr, may, through his intercession, be strengthened in the love of Thy name.
Christopher was a tall, powerful man. When he became a Christian, he went to live beside a dangerous river where he put his strength to use carrying travelers safely from one side to the other.
One day, while resting in his hut, he heard a child’s voice crying, "Christopher, come out and carry me across." Outside Christopher found a little boy. He grabbed his staff, put the child on his shoulder and stepped into the water. But with each step, the waves grew higher, the current grew stronger and the weight of the child increased. Christopher was afraid he would lose his step and that both he and the little boy would drown. At last, exhausted and gasping for breath, he crawled up the bank on the opposite shore.
"Boy," Christopher said, "who are you?"
The little boy answered, "Today on your shoulder you carried the Creator of the world. I am Christ your king." Then the Christ Child vanished.
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