found at weekday Mass

     Through an "interesting" series of events, I found myself seated in the front row at a weekday Mass. My arrival, though very tardy, was surely the result of the hand of God. Father was in the middle of his sermon and the only available seat not requiring me to step in front of someone in the same pew was directly in the line of the Holy Spirit's "fire" filled gifts. The words Father spoke at that precise  moment were exactly what my soul needed.  At once sobering and comforting, God's direct message rendered me overcome with amazement and joy.
Saint Anthony of Padua,
patron saint of lost souls
and of finding that which is lost

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