Good Saint Anthony

Good Saint Anthony

please look around.

something's lost

and can't be found.

The first time I discovered the power of this great saint in finding lost articles was when I lost a key in the grass. I searched for it for three days, getting down on my hands and knees, spreading my fingers though the grass, combing for the key almost blade by blade to no avail. Then, a friend told me about Saint Anthony. She said their dog had been lost, and her mother had prayed a novena to Saint Anthony for his safe return. Three weeks after his disappearance and a few days after the novena ended he turned up, all skin and bones, barely alive, but still recognizable. He was nursed back to health, another example of this great saint's power to return lost items to their owners.

I prayed to Saint Anthony, not a novena, but some other little prayers, then I went to the area where I had lost my key. The sun caught a glint of silver and reflected it in my direction even before I had time to search the ground. It was my key! And it was in the exact same area I had searched meticulously for three days. There was no other possible explanation than the intercession of Saint Anthony. I was a believer.

That was years ago. I still pray to Saint Anthony when I lose items, and he comes through in the most difficult circumstances. Last night, my work partner left our jump kit behind at a call. (A jump kist is the bag of medical supplies we carry with us whenever we exit the ambulance on a call). Without our jump kit we are out of service, and there is a lot of expensive equipment in it. As soon as my work partner alerted me that we had to head back and look for it, I prayed to Saint Anthony that it would be found. (Usually, we never get them back; they became lost inventory when forgotten on scene). We pulled up to the facility where we had picked up our patient, and it was nowhere in sight. Then a voice came over the intercom, asking us if we were looking for our red bag! We had just to come inside and get it. Someone had seen it on the street and brought it inside. This almost never happens.

I could go on about similiar stories where I have had things returned to me in the most unlikely situations, but I would rather hear your stories. You can leave them in the combox below.