… I can’t not conceive of a day when I will ever be bored with Catholicism. I learn new things every day. New awesome things, like that St. Anthony had an incorruptible tongue. No, seriously I had no idea till today.
I also didn’t know he was a spouse finding saint either. I thought that was St. Ann… you know; St. Anne, St. Anne, find me a man. Sadly, my knowledge of him didn’t extend past knowing he was the go-to-guy when you lose your keys or the remote and that he was righteously bad ass, nicknamed “The Hammer of Heretics”.
I tried doing a novena to him that one year when he was stalking me. I swear! He was! St. Anthony turned up everywhere I looked. It was freaky. I bought a painting at a thrift store and when I went to re-frame it there was a an old print and holy card of St. Anthony stuck back there. And I found a St. Anthony medal in the church parking lot. And my son said St. Anthony was his imaginary friend and reminded me to watch my language because St. Anthony was listening. Always listening. Creepy stuff I tell you. I never finished that novena so I think he was haunting me. Except saints don’t really haunt. But they do stalk. I know this for a fact.
So yeah, St. Anthony was such an impassioned preacher that God didn’t see fit for his tongue to decompose.
“O blessed tongue, which has always blessed God and caused others to bless Him, now it appears evident how great were your merits before God!”
Isn’t that absolutely astonishing? Miracles are real, people. Catholicism is full of them; miracles and wonders.