The Saint of Miracles

After my father passed away, I had been going through a lot of other things that left me feeling down and out for quite some time. Dad’s passing didn’t help much, but for a couple of weeks, I did find myself teetering on the edge of sanity, wondering if anything in my life would ever settle down and give me some peace of mind.

In the brink of desperation, a thought occurred to me.  Maybe I should pray.

As a young girl, well into my teens and early adulthood, I used to pray a lot. But life got in the way… my doubts about my faith and my Religion made me start losing faith in prayer.

I suppose it’s true what they say that there comes a point in time when you feel you have no alternatives or options left — so you just inevitably turn to God.

And that, I did.

And then some.

I’ve heard that there are particular Saints for particular petitions you ask for.

One particular Saint resonated with me, not just because my husband’s named after him as well… but because he was known as the Saint of the Impossible. The Saint of Miracles.

St. Jude Thaddeus. One of the 12 apostles of Jesus Christ… and not to be mistaken for Judas Escariot. The Saint turned to for impossible causes.

I prayed a novena to him 3 straight times — which means 9 days x 3. 27 days of prayer while going about my normal everyday business in a desperate cry for peace of mind.

Part of this novena is a promise I made to spread the word about prayer to him, prayer to God, and prayer in general.

Whatever the outcome of this 27-day devotion, I have yet to see. Answers to prayers don’t come in the blink of an eye. But I do know that as the days go by, the act of praying has brought some measure of peace in my heart that somewhere in this World, there’s someone and something looking after me.

Below is the prayer I recited 9 times a day for 9 days, in 3 rounds. You don’t need to do 3 rounds. Just do as many as you see fit until your soul is ready to let go and trust God.


Start with: 3 Our Fathers, 3 Hail Marys, 3 Glory Bes

O Holy St. Jude, Apostle and Martyr; great in virtue and rich in miracles; faithful kinsman of Jesus Christ; faithful intercessor of all who invoke your special patronage in time of need¬† — to you I have recourse from the depth of my heart to humbly beg to whom God has given such great power to come to my assistance.

Help me in present and urgent petition. In return, I promise to make your name known and cause you to be invoked. St. Jude, pray for us and all who invoke your aid.

May the Sacred Heart of Jesus be adored and loved in all tabernacles of the world until the end of time, Amen. May the most Sacred Heart of Jesus be praised and glorified now and forever. Amen. St. Jude, pray for me and hear our prayers.

Blessed be the Sacred Heart of Jesus.

Blessed be the Immaculate Heart of Mary.

Blessed be St. Jude Thaddeus in all the World, and for all eternity.

St. Jude, glorious apostle, faithful servant and friend of Jesus; the name of the traitor has caused you to be forgotten by many. But as the true Church invokes you universally as the patron of things despaired of; pray for me who am so miserable. Pray for me that I may finally receive the consolation and succor of heaven in all my necessities, sufferings and tribulations, particularly that of (state intention) and that I may Bless God with the Elect through eternity.

I promise you, O Blessed Jude, to be ever mindful of this great favor; to always honor you as my special and powerful patron; and to do all in my power to gratefully encourage devotion to you. Amen.

One-Year Old

While thinking of something new to post today, I just realized….

Loves Stories just turned one!

I know this blog doesn’t really bring in hundreds and thousands of readers every day… unlike the bigger, more popular bloggers out there.

But I do know there are a handful of those who do find some value in reading the words spilling out of my mind. So to you, my dear readers, thank you for taking the time to digest my thoughts, ride out the year with me and give me the reassurance that in this huge world, strangers do connect with each other.

In honor of my Top Five, I’m also listing down what I think would be the Top Five Loves Stories-stories.

I didn’t choose this following any particular criteria — perhaps except on the basis of those which meant more to me than the rest.

If you’re a first-time visitor to my blog, go ahead and take a peek!

1. Christmas in the Philippines 2009

2009 was a year that devastated the Philippines in many ways.

From successive super storms that victimized thousands; to a senseless massacre that put the country in the list of the most dangerous countries for journalists to go to — this post is an introspective look at what Christmas meant to those who could only stand by and watch in utmost horror as everything unfolded as they did.

2. Lessons from the Anti-Heroes

When I wrote this post, I had just gone through a traumatic episode. Looking back now, it wasn’t really that big a deal, but it felt like such a big deal at the time.

In a nutshell, it was an ex-colleague who rudely, crassly insulted and almost physically assaulted me and called me names at work.

It wasn’t much, but this incident nonetheless triggered in me, a prolonged feeling of frustration and anger at how so many people in the world get away with injustice.

Laws and Religion’s Commandments aside, there’s nothing in life that protects people from unjust and uncalled-for pain and agony. Good people will just take the injustice, defend themselves and try to just move on… even if their characters have just been unjustly assassinated… their hearts, minds and sometimes bodies bruised, battered and torn. There’s nothing they can do to seek the justice and closure they wish they had.

Thank God for fictional characters who can do what we can only dream about doing.

3. Day 46

Since my father passed away, I’ve been writing about the stages of recovery from grief from a parent’s death.

On Day 46, my post was called “Watching my father die, Religion and Pop Culture”. In this post, I had written thoughts about life and death, mortality and religion. At some point in time, the inevitable question pops up: what happens when we die.

I have no answers, and this post has no answers. But it does write that the gift of faith in a larger Being gets us through doubts about our purpose here on Earth.

4. The Lessons we can Learn from Glee!

I wrote this post as an indirect homage to friendship, and to the people who’ve always stood by my side (metaphorically and literally) through the years. Singable songs and watchable dance choreographies aside, this is the one of the truest lessons I’ll ever learn from Glee!

I’ve always thought that friends are who take us back to our true selves and remind us of who we really are beneath the masks we put on for the outside world. Life is tough, but it certainly makes the ride a little bit less lonely to have friends in the same ride as you do.

5. The Aquino Legacy

The day this was written was a month before the National Elections. At the time, it seemed Noynoy Aquino would win the Elections. Well, as it stands today, the golden boy of Philippine Media and the new President of the Philippines is undergoing even worse scrutiny than he did when campaign period was on.

It’s too early to tell what kind of legacy he will leave behind. Time has gone by, and his first 100 days are over… still, much remains to be done. I pray for him that he will leave a legacy as powerful as his parents’ legacy.