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What was the funniest thing(s) that happened to you that involves a saint(s)?
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What was the funniest thing(s) that happened to you that involves a saint(s)?
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I guess Iāll startā¦
One day after Vacation Bible School I couldnāt find my cell phone. I had the ringer off so even if I called it, I wouldnāt be able to hear anything. So I emptied everything out of my purse and still couldnāt find it. Next I searched everywhere on campus for it, including the garbage cans and still couldnāt find it. Well I decided to tell St. Anthony to help me find it. I went back into the religious education office to look for it one more time in there, when the D.R.E.'s secretary asked if I had checked my purse, which I said I had emptied everything out of it. And as I was saying this to her I emptied my purse out again to show her, when out fell my phone. It could have been that it had been there the whole time, but since it was a small purse with not much in it at the time, I donāt see how that was possible. I believe that it was St. Anthony who placed it in there! Iām still thanking him for doing that for me.
One day after Vacation Bible School I couldnāt find my cell phone. I had the ringer off so even if I called it, I wouldnāt be able to hear anything. So I emptied everything out of my purse and still couldnāt find it. Next I searched everywhere on campus for it, including the garbage cans and still couldnāt find it. Well I decided to tell St. Anthony to help me find it. I went back into the religious education office to look for it one more time in there, when the D.R.E.'s secretary asked if I had checked my purse, which I said I had emptied everything out of it. And as I was saying this to her I emptied my purse out again to show her, when out fell my phone. It could have been that it had been there the whole time, but since it was a small purse with not much in it at the time, I donāt see how that was possible. I believe that it was St. Anthony who placed it in there! Iām still thanking him for doing that for me.
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NeedImprovement
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More than 24 years ago, someone broke into the house while my mother and I were both at work (no one home). From me they stole an electronic keyboard and a very nice guitar I had been modifying for about 5 years.
It happened on November 22 , the feast of Saint Cecilia - patron saint of musicians! It took me a while ( several years) before I could really laugh about it. But I did laugh.
It reminded me of a story Iād heard about St. Theresa of Avila who was thrown from her horse right into the mud (I have to paraphrase here). When she asked our Lord what the deal was, He replied, āThis is how I treat my friendsā, to which St. Theresa replied, āWell itās no wonder you have so few of them.ā
It happened on November 22 , the feast of Saint Cecilia - patron saint of musicians! It took me a while ( several years) before I could really laugh about it. But I did laugh.
It reminded me of a story Iād heard about St. Theresa of Avila who was thrown from her horse right into the mud (I have to paraphrase here). When she asked our Lord what the deal was, He replied, āThis is how I treat my friendsā, to which St. Theresa replied, āWell itās no wonder you have so few of them.ā
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My daughterās wedding day. She and her young man were prepared at the conclusion of Mass to take a small bouquet and place it in prayer at the foot of the statue of Mary, asking her motherly intercessions.
Now, when we arrived for the big day, there was a statue of Little Flower, St. Theresa, up on in the altar area, off to the side ā the school had apparently honored her the day before on her feast day. Pretty statue, looked nice up there. Didnāt look out of place, and I canāt say it was obviously noticeable. (Do I add here that my daughter always had a special devotion to St. Theresa and, in fact, had chosen her as her Confirmation saint?)
Wedding goes smoothly, time comes for the bouquet presentation and bride puts it at the foot of Little Flower. They pray a little, and move back. Priest looks at me, I look at him, we shrug and go on with the conclusion of the ceremonial recession.
Afterwards, photographer (non-Catholic) is taking pictures and asks bride to recreate the moment with the bouquet. A very pretty picture with her draped deeply down with arms out, offering the bouquet to the saint. When it was over, I said to daughter, āWell, honey, that is lovely. And Iām sure St. Theresa is pleased at your devotion and prayers. But donāt you think you might want to speak to Our Lady before we leave the church?ā
Bride looks at me. Bride looks at St. Theresa. Bride looks at the statue ā further to the right ā of the Blessed Virgin. Bride collapses in a heap and starts laughing hysterically on the ground. āI wondered why she was wearing BROWN!,ā she exclaims.
Flowers were removed from the original bouquet and left for Little Flower, the bouquet and prayers were offered at the Marian location. And we have a great picture of the laughing bride with tears running down her cheeks looking happily up at St. Theresa. Bride explained later that, in all the excitement, she just stopped when she reached āthe first lady on the right.ā
Now, when we arrived for the big day, there was a statue of Little Flower, St. Theresa, up on in the altar area, off to the side ā the school had apparently honored her the day before on her feast day. Pretty statue, looked nice up there. Didnāt look out of place, and I canāt say it was obviously noticeable. (Do I add here that my daughter always had a special devotion to St. Theresa and, in fact, had chosen her as her Confirmation saint?)
Wedding goes smoothly, time comes for the bouquet presentation and bride puts it at the foot of Little Flower. They pray a little, and move back. Priest looks at me, I look at him, we shrug and go on with the conclusion of the ceremonial recession.
Afterwards, photographer (non-Catholic) is taking pictures and asks bride to recreate the moment with the bouquet. A very pretty picture with her draped deeply down with arms out, offering the bouquet to the saint. When it was over, I said to daughter, āWell, honey, that is lovely. And Iām sure St. Theresa is pleased at your devotion and prayers. But donāt you think you might want to speak to Our Lady before we leave the church?ā
Bride looks at me. Bride looks at St. Theresa. Bride looks at the statue ā further to the right ā of the Blessed Virgin. Bride collapses in a heap and starts laughing hysterically on the ground. āI wondered why she was wearing BROWN!,ā she exclaims.
Flowers were removed from the original bouquet and left for Little Flower, the bouquet and prayers were offered at the Marian location. And we have a great picture of the laughing bride with tears running down her cheeks looking happily up at St. Theresa. Bride explained later that, in all the excitement, she just stopped when she reached āthe first lady on the right.ā
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Ohwesty
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These are great stories. Thanks all for sharing. I have a saint story too, not funny, but very FUN. I love telling it.
Once upon a time I had a job in a warehouse at a magazine company, and it was the worst job of my life. I was slow, weak, stupid, clumsy, lethargic; I couldnāt keep up. I knew it was just a matter of time before I was fired.
So I started sending out resumes and going on job interviews, while making novenas to the St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower. On the day I was let go, I had attended early morning Mass at a Franciscan friary across the street from the company. I had written my request for āa kinder, gentler jobā on a piece of paper and slipped it into the hand of the statue of St. Therese. I had a very strong premonition that I would be fired that day.
So I went to work, an apocalyptic cloud hanging over my head. About 3pm (the hour of mercy!) I was called into the CEOās office. My heart went THUD. I summoned my beloved St. Therese to āwalk with me in spiritā as I ascended those long, long stairs. I felt her presence most potently; escorting me each step of the way, patting my back, holding me up, giving me strength and support. I felt her telling me to TRUST JESUS.
Sure enough, I was fired. It was a horrible, humiliating moment. I walked like a wounded animal back to the warehouse (I was going to finish the rest of the day) ā¦But just as I walked through the warehouse doors another employee immediately handed me the telephone. It was a potential employer with whom I had an interview a week earlier.
My voice must have sounded pitiful when I said: āhello?ā
He told me the job was mine if I wanted it and wondered when I could start, saying, āI know itās customary to give your present employer a 2-week notice. But do you think they could make an exception and let you go early? We really need someone to start right awayā¦likeā¦ tomorrow!ā
I smiled and replied, āOh, I think I can work something out.ā
So I was literally fired and hired within minutes of each other. I went from being down in the gutter to soaring in the stars. Talk about a mood swing! I gave continuous thanks to Jesus and St. Therese. It was so amazing.
Oh, and the new job? A secretary for the Archdiocese. The job began on **October 1st **(guess whose feast day?) That was 20 happy years ago, and Iām still there.
Once upon a time I had a job in a warehouse at a magazine company, and it was the worst job of my life. I was slow, weak, stupid, clumsy, lethargic; I couldnāt keep up. I knew it was just a matter of time before I was fired.
So I started sending out resumes and going on job interviews, while making novenas to the St. Therese of Lisieux, the Little Flower. On the day I was let go, I had attended early morning Mass at a Franciscan friary across the street from the company. I had written my request for āa kinder, gentler jobā on a piece of paper and slipped it into the hand of the statue of St. Therese. I had a very strong premonition that I would be fired that day.
So I went to work, an apocalyptic cloud hanging over my head. About 3pm (the hour of mercy!) I was called into the CEOās office. My heart went THUD. I summoned my beloved St. Therese to āwalk with me in spiritā as I ascended those long, long stairs. I felt her presence most potently; escorting me each step of the way, patting my back, holding me up, giving me strength and support. I felt her telling me to TRUST JESUS.
Sure enough, I was fired. It was a horrible, humiliating moment. I walked like a wounded animal back to the warehouse (I was going to finish the rest of the day) ā¦But just as I walked through the warehouse doors another employee immediately handed me the telephone. It was a potential employer with whom I had an interview a week earlier.
My voice must have sounded pitiful when I said: āhello?ā
He told me the job was mine if I wanted it and wondered when I could start, saying, āI know itās customary to give your present employer a 2-week notice. But do you think they could make an exception and let you go early? We really need someone to start right awayā¦likeā¦ tomorrow!ā
I smiled and replied, āOh, I think I can work something out.ā
So I was literally fired and hired within minutes of each other. I went from being down in the gutter to soaring in the stars. Talk about a mood swing! I gave continuous thanks to Jesus and St. Therese. It was so amazing.
Oh, and the new job? A secretary for the Archdiocese. The job began on **October 1st **(guess whose feast day?)
That was 20 happy years ago, and Iām still there. - Westy
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So I was literally fired and hired within minutes of each other. I went from being down in the gutter to soaring in the stars. Talk about a mood swing! I gave continuous thanks to St. Therese. It was so amazing.
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Oh, and the new job? A secretary for the Archdiocese. The job began on **October 1st **(guess whose feast day?)
- Westy
What a moment!I prayed the Novena of St. Therese too and asking for a yellow rose as indication that my prayer was according to Godās will and this had something to do with my girlfriendās job search. We got the yellow rose on the 8th day of the Novena and later the job she wanted was posted. She got interviewed and got hired.
For me, I normally pray and ask St. Anthony to help me find a good parking space when I get home from work at night. Lately, I found one spot. I said thanks to him for his intercession. What happened next? Some drunken guy hit my car! I still gave thanks to Saint Anthony because I believe that God used my car to stop the guy. He couldāve killed somebody on the road and he wouldāve been behind bar for very long time. At the end, the guyās insurance paid for the damage of my car.
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Ohwesty
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Iāve had some amazing experiences with the yellow rose too. People donāt normally associate St. Therese with employment, but maybe our stories will make them think again!
I prayed the Novena of St. Therese too and asking for a yellow rose as indication that my prayer was according to Godās will and this had something to do with my girlfriendās job search. We got the yellow rose on the 8th day of the Novena and later the job she wanted was posted. She got interviewed and got hired.
- Westy
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LilyM
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My mother and I have an ongoing thing where weāll quote funny lines and stories from the saints to each other. Our favourite, of course, is St Augustine - āLord, grant me chastity and continence, just not yet!ā
And several from St Teresa of Avila - one being āLord, if this is how you treat your friends, no wonder you have so few!ā
And another story of hers, she was praying in the restroom and a devil came to mock her about praying at such a time and in such a place - she said āwhat comes out of my mouth is for God, what comes out of the other end is for you, devil!ā
Yet another one is that she was enjoying some slightly rowdy fun and games with her sisters, and one got a bit offended at the merriment and said āIām going to my cell to contemplate God!ā To which St Teresa replied, āyou do that, and weāll stay and make merry with Him hereā.
And thereās Mother Teresa too, who said āI know God wonāt give me anything that I canāt handle, I just wish He didnāt trust me so much!ā
And several from St Teresa of Avila - one being āLord, if this is how you treat your friends, no wonder you have so few!ā
And another story of hers, she was praying in the restroom and a devil came to mock her about praying at such a time and in such a place - she said āwhat comes out of my mouth is for God, what comes out of the other end is for you, devil!ā
Yet another one is that she was enjoying some slightly rowdy fun and games with her sisters, and one got a bit offended at the merriment and said āIām going to my cell to contemplate God!ā To which St Teresa replied, āyou do that, and weāll stay and make merry with Him hereā.
And thereās Mother Teresa too, who said āI know God wonāt give me anything that I canāt handle, I just wish He didnāt trust me so much!ā
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Catitude
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Man these stories are wonderful!
One time when I was a little girl I was getting very frustrated because I couldnāt find anything on one of my favorite saints. No prayer cards, pictures, books, nothing. So one day I was at this Catholic book store that I frequented when I turned to my mom and told her how upset I was that I couldnāt find anything that had to do with St. Philomena (the saint I was talking about). She said it was probably because she didnāt have as large of a following as she did in the 1800ās. Then I told her that that was silly, and that there should still be at least one thing here in this store that had to do with her. No sooner had I said that when I turned a corner and saw a little room that had not been in the store previously. I looked in and there standing in the doorway was a āmy-sizeā statue of Philomena. I just started laughing hysterically and made my mom come and see it, which made her start laughing. When the storeās owner saw us laughing about the statue, he showed me a relic he had acquired of her (a piece of bone).
Moral of the story: be careful what you say about or to Philomena, not only will she hear you , sheāll answer you too! :hug1:
One time when I was a little girl I was getting very frustrated because I couldnāt find anything on one of my favorite saints. No prayer cards, pictures, books, nothing. So one day I was at this Catholic book store that I frequented when I turned to my mom and told her how upset I was that I couldnāt find anything that had to do with St. Philomena (the saint I was talking about). She said it was probably because she didnāt have as large of a following as she did in the 1800ās. Then I told her that that was silly, and that there should still be at least one thing here in this store that had to do with her. No sooner had I said that when I turned a corner and saw a little room that had not been in the store previously. I looked in and there standing in the doorway was a āmy-sizeā statue of Philomena. I just started laughing hysterically and made my mom come and see it, which made her start laughing. When the storeās owner saw us laughing about the statue, he showed me a relic he had acquired of her (a piece of bone).
Moral of the story: be careful what you say about or to Philomena, not only will she hear you , sheāll answer you too! :hug1:
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Ohwesty
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Catitude, I took Philomena as my confirmation name! And her picture is on my profile! I can attest to her power and attentiveness.
- Westy
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Westy, I took her name for my Confirmation name as well! Small world!Catitude, I took Philomena as my confirmation name! And her picture is on my profile! I can attest to her power and attentiveness.
- Westy
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