A few months ago, we put our house on the market and my mother-in-law gave us a small statue of St. Joseph to bury under the For Sale sign. She got it from her neighbor who insisted it would help us sell our house.
I was very enthusiastic about the potential power of the saintly figurine. I had been praying to St. Anthony for years whenever I lost things. And with the exception of a camera that was stolen in Florida, he had really delivered. (I guess Saint Anthony doesn’t shake down thieves in Delray Beach.)
Now it was time to try out this St. Joseph. I buried the statue and within a few days, we had an accepted offer. Completely true.
After the contracts were signed, I went to dig it up so I could return it to my mother-in-law’s friend. Apparently she had someone else who needed to sell a home. Wow. This guy is like the Barbara Corcoran of Saints.
I went to dig up St. Joseph and he was gone. I dug and dug and nothing.
Where could he be? I buried it RIGHT HERE. Now I understand whey they still can’t find Jimmy Hoffa.
I finally prayed to St. Anthony to help me find St. Joseph and kept digging. And I was about to get some other saints involved when I finally found him…
So if you want to sell your house, you should borrow this statue, or just buy one or you know, put in a master suite bathroom. I hear any of those things work.
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