that’s the title of an old book that was a semi sort of hippy required reading deal back in the late 60’s and early 70’s. i had a copy of the book for many years. the book in question first appeared in 1947 and was written by p. d. ouspensky. lots of interesting stuff in it but that book isn’t why i’m here. i’m just borrowing the title for a bit because i’m searching for a miracle or the miraculous myself.
long time readers know i bought a trailer here in the brittney spears memorial trailer parkin the early summer last year. well, it’s not really that bad. the trailer or the park. at any rate, i’m trying to sell the place. i wouldn’t be selling it if i hadn’t met and married the brown eyed girl, who with her arthritis problems, can’t manage the stairs here very easily. trying to sell the place in this economy hasn’t been easy either. some lookie loos who expect you to give stuff away. no chance and no thanks. and no offers. it’s become obvious that it’s time to go in search of the miraculous.
it’s not that either of us don’t like this place. we do. as a matter of fact, it’s a very nice place and we do some of our entertaining here in the mobile home. there’s easier parking than our other place and a much more spacious kitchen for us to whip stuff up and move about. plus, it’s a good 500 square feet bigger than our other place and much newer. but that’s just realtor mumbo jumbo and i’m drifting.
many years ago in santa fe, new mexico, the nuns of the lorreto chapel had a dilemma. they needed a staircase in order for them to get up into the choir loft of the church. when the church was built a staircase wasn’t included for some reason or another up into the loft. one of those early builder oversight thingys i suppose. ah, what can we say, mother superior, other than…oops.
the nuns had no other recourse than to pray a lot and hope for somebody or another and perhaps a miracle to come along and get the staircase built. well, after many prayers, one afternoon this guy showed up and said he would build them their staircase. very cool. the nuns were very happy. they went to bed that night with dreams of a staircase dancing in their heads.
depending upon who you are reading, when the nuns got up in the morning they had their staircase and the man was gone. plus, the gentleman who had built the staircase hadn’t used any nails. nary a one. some stories recount that it took several days to build the stairs. however, they all claim that the builder was, st joseph, and there were no nails used in it’s construction.
yeah, the dude in question was none other than the father of jesus and apparently a pretty good carpenter to boot. ok, so not THE father but well, you know what i mean. the nun’s prayers had been answered. a miracle had been performed. the staircase had been built.
the church still stands today as well as the staircase. the original staircase didn’t have a handrail or newel posts. they were added later and no nails were used in their making as well. just wood dowels.
some of you have seen these photos before but they are worth repeating here. the lorreto chapel and the staircase.
ok, so just what does all this mean? in regards to my search for the miraculous? i suppose, ever since st joseph built that staircase for the nuns he acquired the reputation for getting stuff done, building or house wise. or maybe it came about sometime even earlier in his saintdom. i really don’t know. but it’s not something others and myself haven’t overlooked down through the years. um, say what?
it seems that st joseph comes in very handy when you are trying to sell a piece of property or your house. all that needs to be done is to bury a statue of him in the front yard and viola he works his miracle and the place sells. something i’m indeed going to try. and hopefully i get a minor miracle of sorts and the mobile home sells.
of course, i figure it would probably border on the sacrilegious if i were to bury the statue. so with that in mind, the brown eyed girl’s older sister has come into play. she’s a very religious catholic lady. a fine thing indeed. i gave her some money and she found us a very nice pewter statue of st joseph holding the baby jesus. she’s coming here on monday and the three of us are going to plant the statue in the front yard under the for sale sign.
years ago one of my aunts went on a pilgrimage to lourdes, france. as a gift, she bought me a small bottle of lourdes holy water. the statue of st joseph will be anointed with some of that holy water before it’s buried. a few prayers will be offered up as well.
it’s too bad my sister-in-law can’t make it here on sunday, as it’s all saints day. logistically for her it isn’t possible. she’s busy with church stuff all day plus she lives way over on the west side of l.a. all that being said, perhaps it won’t matter when the deal goes down on monday.
if st joseph comes through my sister-in-law’s church will get a very nice donation for their poor box. as will a local catholic church’s feeding the hungry program. at any rate, both places have already been given something this pre-thanksgiving season. i’m by no means trying to blackmail st joseph in any way shape of form. but, well, things are things and stuff as well. we hope. we pray. we give.
i hope my search for the miraculous comes to fruition. hopefully, wonders will never cease.
thank you, st joseph.