A deep friendship with St. Anthony
An introduction forty years ago…
...As a poorly catechized, but devoutly fevered adult convert, I didn't know much about anything: But was wide open to what I thought of as Holy Wonders.
I was living with some friends who had taken me in to their home to care for me and teach me. I attended offices, and Mass daily and lived with my friends in the cloistered area of the Benedictine Monastery. In between offices and assigned duties, I was making myself a rosary out of hard dry pieces of wood I'd find around the Monasteries property in the high desert. Cutting the wood for each tiny bead and sanding it down in my clumsy hands: I must have dropped and momentarily lost beads a few thousand times.
One of my dearest new friends told me about Saint Anthony, we knelt on the desert floor as my friend made introductions as though he were introducing two dear friends. He told me that from then on he (Saint Anthony) would always help me find whatever I lost, that I could call on him as I would any dear friend. I believed, deeply, everything, I was taught there. That period in my life was over forty years ago, Saint Anthony has been my dear friend; he and I 'go way back' :-)
-- Harold
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