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Sr Kathleen asks this unusual question.
The other day when I went to the supermarket, I realized that I had forgotten my bag and would therefore contribute to the enormous amount of plastic polluting our world. Dismayed, I entered the store and grabbed the first shopping cart there. Lo and behold, in it was a large bag neatly folded up, which I claimed. I had never before discovered a bag left behind like that. It had appeared just when I needed it. This fortuitous event led me to think of other times when help came unexpectedly.
Once as I pursued my master’s degree I needed a certain piece of information. I opened a large book, and it fell open to a page that contained just what I needed. Another time, flying home from a talk, I knew I had to market my books. Seated next to me was an experienced marketer who shared some tips with me. Then there was the day when I was on a home visit and my mother asked what kind of fruit I would like for dessert. I said, “Peaches.” She said, “All I have is a can of pears.” When the can labeled pears was opened, it held peaches.
The other night, as I was packing to go home from selling my books, I could not find my swipe card. (This is essential for getting into the building where I live and then opening the door to the apartment complex.) Frantically I searched the pockets in the four suitcases, my bag, and my purse. The priest was ready to close the church. When he heard of my plight, he said, “St. Anthony.” Instantly my swipe card slipped out of the top pocket of a suitcase. There had been no earthquake, and I had not pushed the suitcase. All I could say was, “Wow!”
In the midst of writing this blog, I sent a report to our finance office with an apology for missing the 15th deadline. I thought the deadline was the 19th, tomorrow. The answer came back “I meant to change the form to the 19th but for some reason it must not have saved. You are fine!”
Once I needed a long-sleeved white blouse in a hurry. The first store I walked into had a rack of them in the middle aisle, and one blouse fit perfectly. Best of all, it was on sale!
Some people might dismiss such strange happenings as coincidences. Psychiatrist Carl Jung called them synchronicity, a paranormal occurrence. Being a woman of faith I attribute them to a good and provident God, who even “pours gifts on his beloved while they slumber” (Ps 127:2).
We look in vain for a parking spot and then suddenly someone pulls out of one, or we meet an old friend in an unlikely place.
When have uncanny things like these happened to you?
I have had the sudden perfect parking spot manifest so often. When we turn into a parking lot we always say “Hail Mary full of grace, help me find a parking space.”
The other day when I went to the supermarket, I realized that I had forgotten my bag and would therefore contribute to the enormous amount of plastic polluting our world. Dismayed, I entered the store and grabbed the first shopping cart there. Lo and behold, in it was a large bag neatly folded up, which I claimed. I had never before discovered a bag left behind like that. It had appeared just when I needed it. This fortuitous event led me to think of other times when help came unexpectedly.
Once as I pursued my master’s degree I needed a certain piece of information. I opened a large book, and it fell open to a page that contained just what I needed. Another time, flying home from a talk, I knew I had to market my books. Seated next to me was an experienced marketer who shared some tips with me. Then there was the day when I was on a home visit and my mother asked what kind of fruit I would like for dessert. I said, “Peaches.” She said, “All I have is a can of pears.” When the can labeled pears was opened, it held peaches.
The other night, as I was packing to go home from selling my books, I could not find my swipe card. (This is essential for getting into the building where I live and then opening the door to the apartment complex.) Frantically I searched the pockets in the four suitcases, my bag, and my purse. The priest was ready to close the church. When he heard of my plight, he said, “St. Anthony.” Instantly my swipe card slipped out of the top pocket of a suitcase. There had been no earthquake, and I had not pushed the suitcase. All I could say was, “Wow!”
In the midst of writing this blog, I sent a report to our finance office with an apology for missing the 15th deadline. I thought the deadline was the 19th, tomorrow. The answer came back “I meant to change the form to the 19th but for some reason it must not have saved. You are fine!”
Once I needed a long-sleeved white blouse in a hurry. The first store I walked into had a rack of them in the middle aisle, and one blouse fit perfectly. Best of all, it was on sale!
Some people might dismiss such strange happenings as coincidences. Psychiatrist Carl Jung called them synchronicity, a paranormal occurrence. Being a woman of faith I attribute them to a good and provident God, who even “pours gifts on his beloved while they slumber” (Ps 127:2).
We look in vain for a parking spot and then suddenly someone pulls out of one, or we meet an old friend in an unlikely place.
When have uncanny things like these happened to you?
I have had the sudden perfect parking spot manifest so often. When we turn into a parking lot we always say “Hail Mary full of grace, help me find a parking space.”