My husband was not brought up to give gifts. A few years ago he had his sister-in-law pick out a diamond ring for me. That ring meant the world to me and I lost it just before Christmas. I hunted the house with a fine-tooth comb. Afraid to tell him I'd lost it I prayed to St Anthony many times, and then, on Christmas day, I found it on the floor under my desk. Thank you, St Anthony, I will honor you always and spread your name.
Thank you M.M. for you story of St. Anthony's help in finding your ring. Have a story of your own to share? Email us and we will post for others to read and be inspired by.
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.
