Every year, since I was a little girl, I have given reverence on June 13th to St. Anthony. St. Anthony is a saint of miracles……among them, raising the body of a dead man to clear his father’s name of a crime. The murdered victim’s body had been tossed in his father’s garden in Lisbon. Not only did Anthony make the journey back to Lisbon from Padua, Italy, in miraculous time for that date in history; village accounts record his raising the dead man from the tomb to clear his father’s name. Whether you believe it or not, something quite extraordinary had to have occurred back then to be documented in village records.
Nowadays, most pray to St. Anthony to recover lost things. I do so myself. As time goes by, there have been many occasions where something lost has been discovered after his intervention.
With passing years, one wishes other lost things could be raised from stillness…… I named a tiny dog my son found on the Parkway entrance after Anthony. He was one of my greatest found treasures.
Maybe St. Anthony will be waiting by all of them…….tiny Anthony, and all other treasured loved ones, waiting to reunite us for eternity …….. to find each other again.
I once traveled to Italy with a tour group. One of the stops promised along the way was Padua. I got close enough to see road signs for Padua when it was decided too much time would be lost if we stopped; most on the tour weren’t interested in seeing saintly relics. My time to visit was not to be. His tongue is preserved, believed to be incorrupted by time because of all the sermons he delivered. To this day, the Church in my hometown gives out blessed bread to honor his day. On the 13th, take a small amount of time to say a prayer of thanks if you have ever asked St. Anthony to find something lost; rediscover all the wondrous miracles about his holy man.
Here is a link to read about his shrine