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This is what happens when you're Franciscan


artist Michael D. O'Brien
If you are a follower of St. Francis - trying to emulate his love of God, his devotion to prayer, his intensity for spreading God's word - you also have to deal with the whole poverty thing. Now, for Francis, poverty wasn't simply "let's just give away everything we own"; it was a total reliance on God for one's needs - physical and spiritual.

Dear Husband and I have found - sometimes in the hardest way, sometimes in the oddest way - that God takes us seriously when we call ourselves "Franciscan."

My mom typically gives her kids $25 for their birthday, which she did for me yesterday. She gave me cash, as I was visiting her this weekend. And off I headed for home. I stopped at the local McD's and got my Diet Coke and hit the road.

Halfway home is another McD's, which we typically use as our "rest stop" on the trip to my mom's. And I did, taking only my keys into the restaurant with me - I wasn't going to buy anything, just "rest."

I got back out to my car, and discovered my car key had fallen off my key ring. It was sitting on the front seat, shiny and beautiful....in my locked car. Along with my phone.

I pondered for a moment, and then went back in and asked for the manager. I told her my predicament, and she said, "There's a guy we call for this." She scurried back into the recesses of the restaurant, and reappeared momentarily. "He's just getting off the expressway; he'll be here in a minute." And he was, literally.

He popped open my car door and retrieved my keys. 30 seconds.

"How much do I owe you?" I asked.

"25 bucks," he said.

Happy birthday to me. Thank you, St. Francis!

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  1. God often seems to have a strange sense of humor. Just curious: what happens to Benedictines? ~ Rosemary in Ohio (PS - Happy birthday, all the same!)

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  2. A warm welcome when you lock your keys in the car? LOL!

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  3. LOL! ~ Rosemary in Ohio

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