June 13th is a big day for me. It is the feast of Saint Anthony. Saint Anthony is most commonly known as the finder of lost things. I remember the first time that I lost something important as a young girl. A nun advised me to "Ask Saint Anthony to help me find it." I did, and moments later, the lost object was found. I was impressed.
Growing up, I heard tales of the Miracles of Saint Anthony. People finding spouses, houses, good jobs and more. Saint Anthony seemed to be the guy to go to if you were seeking things. Of course, nothing could ever take the place of our Redeemer, Jesus, and there should be no mistake about that.
Here is where it gets a little personal for me again.
He is also known as the finder of lost people to some. When I was looking for my sibling that was lost to us through adoption, I was desperate to find them. When my (now) ex-husband and I were looking for a house, we looked at one on a street that was the same as my siblings' first name. We bid on the house and ended up getting it. I told my ex-husband "I will find my sibling while we live here." He laughed and told me that he hoped I was right. Less than a year later, I was talking to my sibling on the phone and making plans to see them.
I had forgotten about Saint Anthony as a finder of lost people until I was looking at a friend's page online. She mentioned the use of Saint Anthony as a tool to unite or find people. It seemed very relevant to me that I would see her article on the eve of the Feast of Saint Anthony. If you are Catholic and searching, perhaps a word with the benevolent Saint Anthony may provide some assistance or comfort.
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