Wednesday, April 26, 2017

It Was Saint Anthony Who Led Them

In the 1990's, my husband and I lived in San Francisco, California, in Saint Anthony's Parish. Every year on Saint Anthony's feast on June 13 (or the Sunday closest to it), the church and school grounds burst in celebration. The day started with the tri-lingual (English, Spanish and Filipino) Mass at
mid-morning, followed by a solemn procession around the block, then an outdoor pot-luck party with music and dances by the multicultural community that comprised the parish. Latinos and Filipinos in their colorful costumes provided contrast to the dark brown habits of Franciscan Friars who administered the parish.
One time our daughter, her husband and baby who lived in another city came to our parish celebration. They appeared distraught at first, saying they had to take the bus because someone stole their car during the night. We persuaded them to stay for the Mass, procession and party and maybe they'd feel better afterwards. They did.
During the procession, my son-in-law volunteered to help carry the platform on which stood the statue of Saint Anthony. The processional statue of the saint shows him with fire from an open book in his hands instead of the Holy Child. It is not as much a favorite of parishioners as the one inside the church with Baby Jesus in his arms. Nevertheless the ladies have decorated the platform lavishly with different colored day lilies. Our daughter and son-in-law looked like they really enjoyed the party, showing off their baby boy to neighbors and friends. After the party, they rode the bus back to go home.
Later that afternoon our daughter called excitedly to tell us they have found their missing car. She said they were still on the bus when my son-in-law happened to look out the window and saw the car crookedly parked in an empty lot. He was quite sure it was their car. They got off the bus and walked to it. The door was unlocked, there were minor scratches on the dashboard and a nicked keyhole, some small objects, pillows and toys missing, but otherwise the car was intact. No one was around to see them take their car back, so they drove it home.
What was amazing to me was, I didn't think my daughter or her husband even thought of praying to Saint Anthony for help in retrieving their missing vehicle. Well, maybe they - or one of them - did. Yet they were quite certain it was Saint Anthony who led them to their missing vehicle. Perhaps just participating in his feast day celebration was enough for the good and gentle saint to lend a hand.
Thank you, Saint Anthony. Your favors are always appreciated. Pray for us to God, dear Saint and Doctor of the Church.

Thank you M.P. for your beautiful story of how St. Anthony assists us even when we don't ask him outright - he still is always willing to help.

Friday, April 14, 2017

I Could Have Lost It Anywhere

I had lost something very dear to me. It was an earring that I had gotten from my husband for our anniversary. I looked everywhere for it, but I could not find it. I prayed to Saint Anthony everyday for the past week. I finally got a chance to look in my car today (we had a very bad snowstorm right after I lost my earring.) I had only been searching a very short while and after I moved my car seat forward I found it! I could not believe it, I thought it was lost forever. I know St. Anthony helped me find it. To me this was truly miraculous, because I could have lost it anywhere. It's safely back with its mate. Thank you St. Anthony for answering my prayers! God Bless! Sincerely, C.W.

Thank you C.W. for your heartfelt story of St. Anthony's help in finding something important to you. Have a story of your own to share? Email it to us and we will post it on the blog~

Thursday, April 6, 2017

I Prayed So Hard To Him

Many years ago, I was getting off from work. At the parking lot, since I had an armful of papers, I placed my handbag on the top of the car next to mine, opened my car door, placed the papers on the passenger's seat and drove off. I did not realize what I had done till I got home! I drove back immediately to the parking lot but the place was deserted. I went home depressed, thinking about the contents of the bag. I then was horrified that in it as well was expensive jewelry a friend had given to me for safekeeping. As soon as I got home,  I called another friend about what happened, who advised me to pray to Saint Anthony of Padua. I didn't know he was the Saint for lost things. I prayed so hard to him. Two hours later the phone rang and a stranger called that she found my bag on top of her car. The very next day, she brought it to my workplace. Everything was there including the jewelry! I was so thankful to Saint Anthony for having an honest woman find my handbag! To this day, I never forget and am still grateful to him.

Thank you N.P.L. for your great story of how St. Anthony found you an honest person to return your purse. Have a story of you own to share? Email it to us and we will post it on our blog~