"A guest staying at my house recently awoke in a panic to discover he couldn't find his bottom denture. He had come home from a speaking engagement the night before and sat down in the living room with a couple of slices of pizza to finish watching the Green Bay football game with my husband.
"The pizza was bothering his denture, so he stealthily removed it and wrapped his napkin around it.
"Fast-forward to the following morning and time to get ready for another speaking engagement. Lo and behold, a missing denture. There was a frantic search of the trash can, and I, fearing the worst, even looked in the dog bed to see if Sunny had found a new chew toy. No denture.
"After about 10 minutes, my guest proclaimed, to enormous relief, that the problem was solved. I didn't ask for specifics.
"A Christian gentleman, he had audibly asked the Lord to aid in his search, and I laughingly said, 'Joe [name changed to protect the innocent], if you were a Catholic you'd be praying to St. Anthony right now.'
"He laughed, probably thinking about this bizarre Catholic practice of communicating with long-dead people."
In a recent commentary, writer Effie Caldarola reflected on the Catholic practice of praying to saints in a variety of needs.
To access Ms. Caldarola's complete essay, please visit:
Boston Pilot: Echoes. Of saints and missing dentures (28 NOV 14)
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