Just my 2 cents’ worth:
Our relationship to Jesus Christ extends to the entire Family of God. The saints in heaven are alive, not dead. They have not been separated from the Body of Christ of which we saints on earth are also members. The idea that the saints are dead and cannot hear us, are not concerned about us, nor are able to help us by their prayers clearly goes against all Scripture teaches about our membership in the Body and the benefit of the prayers of those in the Body for one another.
From 1 Cor 12: “Now the body is not a single part, but many . . . there are many parts, yet ONE body. The eye cannot say to the hand, “I do not need you,” nor again the head to the feet, “I do not need you.”
. . . so that there may be no division in the body, but that the parts may have the same concern for one another. If [one] part suffers, ALL THE PARTS SUFFER WITH IT; if one part is honored, ALL THE PARTS SHARE ITS JOY."
Clearly, all who are members of the body – whether in heaven or still on earth – have “concern” for ALL the members.
It’s truly a family affair. When we acknowledge Jesus as Our Savior and are born again to new life in Him, we become members of His Body along with those who have gone before us and now share in His glory in heaven. As a side bar, this is why reception of the Eucharist in the Catholic Church is called “Communion,” for indeed it is a true communion with Christ and all who share in His Body.
So then you are no longer strangers and sojourners, BUT YOU ARE FELLOW CITIZENS WITH THE HOLY ONES AND MEMBERS OF THE HOUSEHOLD OF GOD
I once heard a beautiful illustration of why we pray to Jesus’ mother which also applies to this topic at hand. It goes something like this:
A poor peasant wanted to show his love for the good kind that ruled his land, but all he had to offer was a worm-eaten, half-rotten apple. He wept to the good queen about his desire to please the king and show his love for him but was despondent that he had nothing better to offer him.
The good queen listened to this faithful servant with great love and pity. She took his apple from him and began carving away the imperfections. When she had finished, the apple was sliced and arranged beautifully on a solid gold platter festooned with jewels and fresh blossoms.
“There now, my son,” said the good queen. “Let us take this gift together to the king.”