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St Anthony Intervention

nikkiloumaz

nikkiloumaz

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Apologies if this subject has been discussed but I can't find it if it has.....
Having been brought up Catholic we of course attribute Saints to various different reasons for intervention and my favourite-so much so I took the feminine of the name for my Confirmation-is St Anthony, patron saints of lost things. We have a Saint for everything!
I've always told my children if they pray to St Anthony they will find the lost thing. And I've never been let down. I'm always losing things so poor Tony must be fed up with my voice.
The incident that sticks in my mind the most is when my sister moved house and she was distraught as she couldn't find our Nan's wedding ring that she was the custodian of. We searched high and low and I took out her underwear draw (all girls keep important things in their underwear drawers!) I took each item out and searched it and emptied the drawer and had a good look inside and even shook it out just in case. But nothing.
I went home that evening telling my sister we will start again in the morning and we would look everywhere again. That night I prayed to St Anthony as did my sister and in my mind's eye I saw the ring in its box in the underwear drawer which I knew couldn't be as I searched it manically! I phoned my sister at 2am because it was bugging me. She was awake as she was still upset and determined to find it. I told her it was in the drawer, she told me "that's what I think as well, but I've just looked again and can't seen it". She said she would have yet another look and opened the drawer and I heard her gasp. "Oh my goodness. How on earth.....?!" The ring was in its box right at the front of the drawer. No one had put it there, it definitely wasn't there when I left. I never doubt St Anthony;))
Thoughts?!
 
Apparently (I say that because it's never happened to me) by calling out to various faerie folk you can achieve the same effect regarding lost objects in the home, which makes me wonder if there's a crossover between the Saints and the faeries? Is there one big entity which takes care of both appeals or is the power delegated between them?
 
GNC said:
Apparently (I say that because it's never happened to me) by calling out to various faerie folk you can achieve the same effect regarding lost objects in the home, which makes me wonder if there's a crossover between the Saints and the faeries? Is there one big entity which takes care of both appeals or is the power delegated between them?
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You've got to wonder at their civil service and its organisational hierarchy, haven't you?
 
GNC said:
Apparently (I say that because it's never happened to me) by calling out to various faerie folk you can achieve the same effect regarding lost objects in the home, which makes me wonder if there's a crossover between the Saints and the faeries? Is there one big entity which takes care of both appeals or is the power delegated between them?
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Maybe...just maybe, the Saints are listening and when someone calls to a fairy or suchlike they hear and intercede out of sympathy for the poor chap or chapesses' numptiness...:)
 
I certainly ask specific saints to intercede for me :) part of the pleasure is finding just the right person to ask for a hand! St Jude gets a lot of wails for help, St Joseph of Cupertino for my autism, St Hildegarde of Bingen for anything to do with learning. "My" saint is Frideswide :D
 
Is there a saint for constipation? I really need that right now.
 
Thank you! :)
 
St Rock for knees has been very good for me :) I love this place and try to go several times a year, it's a favourite trip for the autistic adults I hang around with although I'm the only RC, and quite possibly the only woman of faith lolololol

Carfin Grotto and Pilgrimage Centre

Given that it's a new thing - 1920s I think - I wonder if the great atmosphere comes from then, or was it a special place before the pilgrims began? or....?

Sadly has been vandalised but that isn't a recent thing, it's ongoing.
 
Mythopoeika said:
Thank you! :)
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Before you ask for intervention, go for a brisk walk, drink a couple of pints of liquid & eat some fibre rich food. Failing that, take some senokot which the ads reliably inform me "guarantees predictable next day relief".
 
Already doing stuff like that - thanks.
Senokot doesn't do a thing for me. The doc prescribed Macrogol, which is actually polyethylene glycol (wood preservative).
 
nikkiloumaz said:
Maybe...just maybe, the Saints are listening and when someone calls to a fairy or suchlike they hear and intercede out of sympathy for the poor chap or chapesses' numptiness...:)
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Nice idea. But I'm one of those who thinks the reality of nature spirits to be more likely than that of omnipotent deities and saints, especially as neither seems much bothered about the much bigger issues with which the world is beset. Perhaps the sprites don't mind to whom the entreaties are made, they just decide to help out to prove to the dumb humans that there's more to the world than they usually presume.
 
That's because we are just a pimple on the bum of a giant....this world isn't as important as what's coming. Now enough of this, it's getting too serious.....;)
 
nikkiloumaz said:
That's because we are just a pimple on the bum of a giant....this world isn't as important as what's coming. Now enough of this, it's getting too serious.....;)
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This metophor may be closer to the mark than we'd all want to think

Loquaciousness said:
Does it come in the colour of your choice?
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@Mythopoeika said: ↑
Already doing stuff like that - thanks.
Senokot doesn't do a thing for me. The doc prescribed Macrogol, which is actually polyethylene glycol (wood preservative)
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Good grief!
Ronseal Woodstain....does exactly what it says on the tin...and a little extra, besides
 
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Dave Allen used to tell a tale about his childhood local church, devoted to Anthony. Allen's mother cleaned there, and one Friday evening after a service she was tending the altar when a man came in quite distressed. The priest asked him what had happened, and the man explained he had lost his wage packet in the street, and that they'd have no food for the week, and what's more his wife wouldn't believe he'd lost it instead believing he'd gambled or drank it.

The priest told him to pray to St Anthony, pointing to the life-sized votive statue, which the man did, fervently, and for several minutes. He then thanked the priest and left. At this point, Mrs Allen started dusting the votive statue, and accidentally knocked into it, causing it to crash to the floor and shatter. She was distraught, but the priest comforted her saying as she was doing the Lord's work she was immediately forgiven, and he would commission a new statue. In the meantime, he took the miniature, two-feet-tall votive of St Anthony from the chapel and placed it on the plinth where the life-sized one had stood, and they cleared away the mess.

Shortly after, the man returned, this time jubilant. He looked at the priest, grinning broadly, waving a wage envelope, and shouted "It's all there!" He ran to the votive plinth, looked briefly puzzled, then looked down at the miniature statue. He addressed it.

"When he gets back, will you tell your dad I found my money?"
 
Whenever a friend has mislaid something, for example her car keys, she repeatedly recites a poem as she searches:

St. Anthony, St. Anthony,
Please come around,
I've lost my car keys
And they need to be found.
 
This thread reminds me of the time some years ago when I was working at the Wellcome Unit for the History of Medicine in Banbury Road, Oxford. I had a big travelbag of dirty washing stolen from the doorstep there and my friend Madeleine, a very dyed-in-the-wool pro-Latin Mass Catholic lady, urged me to pray to St Antony for its safe return. Feeling a bit sheepish and self-conscious I did, and the next day I was contacted and told it had been found - in the grounds of St Antony's College. It's not so strange really as the college was close by and clearly when the thief found they had nabbed a load of smelly underwear they just threw it over the nearest wall, but quite a nice resolution to the story all the same.
 
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