I saw this crucifix by Z's computer at home when I visited in 2022. It was my first encounter with a Trinity Cross. I had never heard of a Trinity Cross before. The moment I saw this, I fell in love.
It is so beautiful. There is God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit.
She said she got it as a Thank You gift. When I returned to Australia, the image of the Trinity Cross was still in my mind. I wondered where I could find one for myself. I think the first one I got was an ebay purchase. Eventually, I discovered that the local Pauline Books and Media at the city sold these small crucifixes (40mm x 18mm) at the counter along with the other medals and religious articles.
When I got one, I wanted it to be with me as I went about my day. One often forgets that there are three persons in one God. I wanted this cross to remind me not only of Jesus' sacrifice on the cross but also of the reality of God the Father and God the Holy Spirit, and the constant presence of God.
I found a way to attach the cross to my phone. I figured that even if I go out wearing something without a pocket, I would most likely still bring my phone.
And so it was, the cross attached to the phone was my constant companion.
Then yesterday, as I was coming back from the mall, I realised that the cross was missing. It was raining, so I had an umbrella in one hand and grocery bags on the other. I had gone to church in the morning then walked around the mall before picking up some grocery. I considered retracing my steps but it was raining, I was carrying grocery, I was only a few minutes away from home. I concluded that it was such a small cross and since I had gone to so many places, it would take a miracle for me to find it.
For me, it was not so much that I had lost the cross, but that the cross had fallen somewhere and someone might have stepped on it, kicked it, or thrown it away. What dreadful thoughts! Plus there was the guilt that I had not noticed that it was missing. I remember that I considered putting my phone on my back pocket as I was leaving the house but decided to place it my bag because I had to hold on to the umbrella. In other words, I did not have my phone in my hand for most of the morning. However, I realised that I would have pulled out my phone to complete the payment when I went to the grocery and did not notice the missing cross at that point. (Sadness.)
This cross had been lost before. My prayer to St. Anthony was heard at the time and I found the lost cross in my work bag. Seems the link that attached to the cross had opened, providing a wide enough gap for the cross to slip out. I replaced the link with one with several loops and re-attached it to my phone.
I was confident it was secure until I lost the cross yesterday.
I prayed I would find it, but as I said earlier, my conclusion was that it would take a miracle to find it.
Then this morning, my prayers were answered and I experienced an honest to goodness miracle. We were about to go to mass. The green car is in the shop so MyGirl was our designated driver. MacGyver passed through the garage while RD and MyGirl went ahead through the front door to go to the car. I was the last one out the door and as I was about to step out, I looked down to find the missing cross on the door mat. It did not look like it had just fallen. It look like it had been laid out carefully.
I was in awe.
I had gone out yesterday afternoon and not seen the cross on the floor. The kids had just walked out the door and did not notice it. It was as if it magically appeared when it was my turn to go out.
Needless to say, I thanked St. Anthony for helping me find my Trinity Cross.
I re-attached the cross to my phone one more time. I hope I don't lose it again. I imagine I am already on St. Anthony's repeat offenders list.
Thank you, St. Anthony.
THE CROSS IN MY POCKET
I carry a cross in my pocket.
A simple reminder to me,
of the fact that I am a Christian,
no matter where I may be.This little cross is not magic.
Nor is it a good luck charm.
It isn’t meant to protect me
from every physical harm.It’s not for identification.
For all the world to see.
It’s simply an understanding
between my Saviour and me.When I put my hand in my pocket
to bring out a coin or a key.
The cross is there to remind me
of the price he paid for me.It reminds me, too, to be thankful
for my blessings day by day
and to strive to serve ‘him’ better
in all I do and say.Prayer by Verna Mae Thomas
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