Spent an hour like "PollosLocos" with no head.  I was "sure" it had either been taken by accident or stolen.  There I sat stranded 120 miles from home!  (This was at a Resistance Mass in a public building, so both were real possibilities.)  Finally prayed, specifically to St. Anthony for his intercession.  Suddenly, I remembered where I'd last definitely had the wallet.  Sure enough, it was under the priest's chair in the "confessional" just as I'd left it.  Everything was still inside.
Deo gratias!

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Oh, boy!  What a relief!!  

And that you would have this happen the same day I had it
happen to me!

Is this wild or what???  I had been without my missal ALL WEEK,
and I know for sure that I had taken it out to my car after Mass
last Sunday, for several reasons, but the most clear was that the
only reason I went to my car before leaving with a friend for
another visit was, to put my missal away in my car.  Then when
I came back I did not notice my missal was gone.  But when I got
home I noticed.  Then a week later, when I went back to Mass
again, there my missal was in the Lost and Found, 50 yards from
where I had last had it in my car in the parking lot. Nobody knew
how it had gotten there.  

I know you were missing your wallet and keys, which is much
worse, but I'm telling you, losing a Daily Missal is pretty bad.  I
spent all week, every day, lost.  No missal to read.  I couldn't
even keep my mind on the Rosary mysteries.  It was awful.  And
I was asking St. Anthony's help every day, but for SOMETHING
ELSE!   Go figure!



I have a friend who moved to Uruguay and he says they pronounce
pollos there like "postos."  So el pollo loco would sound like el posto
loco.  He says it's a Rio de la Plata sound to the double l.

He never fails, does he?

Never!