Traditionally he is the Saint of safe travel, the little plastic guy on the dashboard of the Catholic identified car. Our Saint has a bigger job---more trains, and boats, and planes than ever before imagined, more people wishing to travel into the unknown, more peoples wishing to travel outside their villages, more people wanting to catch up to the pace of the world and then to drive away from it. Our Saint Christopher incorporates many forms of moving along. He rests on a skateboard. His soul is compromised by the license plate. He is built from car parts and planes, a travel shrine to the car and beyond to the Sputnik. The acorn is his strength and testament to growth and change.