He is one of the great saints of the Catholic Church, and one of the beloved--even far beyond Catholics themselves. Untold numbers of people turn to him, still, when there is loss. And strangely--at least strangely in the usual ways of the world--those things often quickly turn up. And often they turn up in the most unexpected--even seemingly miraculous ways. Let the stories begin.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Seeing Is Believing
I am very short-sighted, and cannot see without my contact lenses. I dropped a lens while cleaning them, and couldn't see to find it. I am a widow, living alone, and had no one to help. I was due to visit my daughter at university very soon, and was afraid I couldn't get a replacement lens in time. Not only that, the cost was a great worry to me. (I have no eyeglasses.) After three hours searching the bathroom inch by inch on hands and knees with a torch, and dismantling the sink drain, I prayed with all my heart to St. Anthony to help me. I went to bed, and after half an hour woke and felt oddly compelled to look again . Amazingly, the lens was right in the door of the bathroom. I had walked over it at least 20 times, and thought I had looked there already, but there it was, intact, thanks to St. Anthony.
