About Saints

A patron is a no-longer-alive person who has been assigned to higher plane by our venerable tradition, or chosen by election, as a special intermediate intercessory between God and man. He is honored by clergy and persons of faith in a special, intimate form of religious observance. The term “patron”, being wider in its meaning than that of “titular” (or just in title), may be applied to a church, a district, a or a country. According to the legislation in force from The Church, this person who committed miracles in life, and was appointed posthumously, does hold the rank of a canonized saint.

About Us

As persons of faith, our goal is to honor, preserve and pray unto the saints that bear on our lives. Some pray to Saint Christopher for safe travel, other to Saint Aedesius to stop the drowning of virgins made to work as prostitutes. For our own personal reasons, we pray to St. Chester for guidance, wisdom and the ability to clearly communicate so we may commune with our young, lost sheep, in accordance with God’s will.

About Saint Chester

He was a man who was taken in as a boy, and loved. He grew to be a man, and as a man, he took in as many boys as he could reasonably store and feed, and he was the shepherd to them until his late years when blindness afflicted him, and he succumbed to an unknown disease. He was a cobbler, but he is not the patron saint of shoe makers. He was a man, but he’s never the patron saint of any adult.

FULL HISTORY

Saint Chester was born of William and Margaret in a small village in Germany, near what’s now known as Rosrath, sometime between 1620 and 1638, when the city was part of the French empire. He worked as an apprentice boysmith while himself still a boy, until his parents sold him into servitude in the then-obscene trade of cobblery. It was there he learned the love of an older, wiser, married man, a quality he carried with him when he returned to boysmithery in his thirties.

Saint Chester never married and had no natural children of his own, and honored his vow to never lie with a woman through all his days, a miracle by itself. He served the soft, wooly sheep of the lords flock by taking in the youngest ewes of the flock. He took in many orphaned and runaway boys, and let them suckle from the milk of his generosity as if he was their own mother, perhaps metaphorically, though this is unclear.

As he advanced into his late thirties, he suffered blindness, as did many of his boys, but he never lost faith in God, and he never stopped loving the boys he had taken in as his own. He died of an unknown infection. The location of his grave is unknown to this day.

In this modern world we pray to St. Chester for help, hope, guidance, freedom to express our faith in peace, and the capacity to give more and more of ourselves to the forever growing number of children lost and forgotten in our world.