Yesterday I was scheduled to work "the late shift", which means from noon on. When I got there, my boss had just opened an order from one of our sterling saint medal distributors and was checking them in. I started pricing them and getting them out.
"I don't know what to do." My boss said. "I ordered a St Gabriel medal and they sent us a St. Brendan medal instead. I know we can sell Gabriel, but when is the last time some one asked for Brendan?"
After wondering what to do for a few minutes, he finally said, "Oh well. Put it out. Who knows?"
An hour or so later, an older woman came in the store. She was looking for a gift for her grandson's first communion. She browsed for a while and selected a couple of things and then she signaled me to come over.
"Do you have anything with St. Brendan on it?" she asked.
Stifling a grin, I showed her the medal. "What is he the patron saint of?" she asked.
"Navigators", I answered immediately, wondering where in the world that answer came from. Then, questioning myself, I told her I would look it up. I grabbed a large patron saint book and it fell open to the page that read "St Brendan the Navigator". The chances of that happening are next to none, yet it did.
I showed the book to the customer and told her how the book just opened to that page. "I'll take the medal" She said. "My grandson's name is Brendan."
When I related the story to my boss, we both laughed. Since the number of the medal he ordered was for St Gabriel and yet he received St Brendan, I can't help but feel that St. Brendan had his hand in this experience.
I hope that little Brendan has a wonderful first communion. I know that his patron saint is looking out for him.