{"id":44,"date":"2013-01-16T15:27:00","date_gmt":"2013-01-16T15:27:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dhr.tiltedchair.co\/2013\/01\/16\/thank-you-st-anthony\/"},"modified":"2013-01-16T15:27:00","modified_gmt":"2013-01-16T15:27:00","slug":"thank-you-st-anthony","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dhr.tiltedchair.co\/?p=44","title":{"rendered":"Thank you St. Anthony"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I shared with a bunch of friends that I&#8217;d invoked a prayer to St. Anthony in desperation on a hunt for my eyeglasses, up against the clock ticking toward a not-to-be-missed medical appointment.<\/p>\n<p>Obviously they were in the condo, but I&#8217;d searched everywhere I&#8217;d been, everywhere I hadn&#8217;t been, even into closets I hadn&#8217;t touched.&nbsp; I knew I&#8217;d taken them off to take a shower; there were a limited number of places I could have put them.<\/p>\n<p>I peered out into the dark, rainy morning.&nbsp; I knew I&#8217;d be a hazard if I tried to drive without them.&nbsp; Finally, I decided to give St. Anthony a try.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;m a convert to Catholicism.&nbsp; Many of the quirky prayers and beliefs associated with this faith-for-the-masses I scoffed at during my upbringing as a proper Episcopalian and haven&#8217;t made much attempt to learn about them since joining the Church.&nbsp; Still, I remembered a children&#8217;s prayer I&#8217;d read somewhere (probably in a novel about somebody&#8217;s Catholic childhood) so I chanted, feeling very silly indeed:<\/p>\n<p><em>Tony, Tony, turn around!<\/em><br \/><em>Something&#8217;s lost and must be found!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Then I shrugged my shoulders, said, <em>Oh well<\/em>, and walked into the bedroom.<\/p>\n<p><em>Hmm, maybe they fell off the nighstand and under the bed?<\/em> <\/p>\n<p>I got to my knees and peered under the bed.&nbsp; <em>Oh, well,<\/em> I muttered yet again, preparing myself to come up with Plan B and bracing myself against the bed frame and the nightstand on my knees to stand up.<\/p>\n<p>And there were my glasses, right at eye level, lying on a coverlet whose pattern obscured them from my weak vision when viewed from above (because I had looked 50 times on the bed for them at least) but perfectly obvious when viewed from this angle.<\/p>\n<p><em>Thank you St. Anthony!<\/em> I whooped, put the glasses on my nose, the dog in her crate, and headed for my appointment.<\/p>\n<p>To my amazement, upon opening my car door, there between the door and the driver&#8217;s seat lay a set of keys I&#8217;d lost ten days ago.&nbsp; <em>A double whammy!<\/em><\/p>\n<p><em>How does it work?&nbsp; It does work!&nbsp; I know it works! <\/em>I marveled.<\/p>\n<p>I think it&#8217;s this: We are literally blinded by our own efforts and anxieties.&nbsp; The minute we turn it over to a Higher Power, the blinkers are removed and we are given to see what we could not see just moments before.&nbsp; Somehow we take that concern and set it aside, and&#8230;trust.<\/p>\n<p>And though there are many long, adult, theologically puffed-up prayers to ask St. Anthony&#8217;s assistance in finding lost items, I think I&#8217;ll stick with the tried and true.<\/p>\n<p>I seem to recall someone saying that we needed to approach our faith as a little child anyway,<\/p>\n<p><em><\/em><\/p>\n<p><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Yesterday I shared with a bunch of friends that I&#8217;d invoked a prayer to St. Anthony in desperation on a hunt for my eyeglasses, up against the clock ticking toward a not-to-be-missed medical appointment. 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