I'm not the kind of gal who laughs in church. But that's exactly what I did when our friend took us to his parish church in Rio de Janeiro and I came face to face with my patron saint.
I hadn't known he was my patron saint—in fact, I'd never heard of him before—but the name at the base of his statue translated from the Portuguese loud and clear: Santo Expedito (translation: Saint Hurry-Up) or St. Expeditus, for those of you who like your saints in Latin.
I am many things, many of which are good. But one thing I am not is patient.
So I am working on it. They say meditation will help. When I get past five minutes on my own, I'll let you know.
In the meantime, Santo Expedito sits on my desk, holding up his cross that says "Hodie" (translation: Today, dammit).