This past weekend, my husband lost his cell phone while riding the subway home from work. When he told me, I have to say that I feared the worse. My husband is glued to his cell phone – as many people our age are – and I thought for certain that he would show grave signs of withdrawal.
Of course, my first reaction was to say a quick prayer to St. Anthony – the saint of lost things. It’s a small prayer that I learned somewhere as a child. It goes like this: “St. Anthony, St. Anthony, please come around. Something is lost and cannot be found.” After one weekend of lost communication, an honest person who found the phone near Grand Central and wanted to return it to its rightful owner contacted my husband. Thank you, Saint Anthony!
The incident reminded me that while our reliance on technology is great, even in times of stress (albeit relatively small stress), our reliance on our faith, and in this case, on the saints, is greater.