Our bank locker was filled with certificates, land deeds, and other documents. And most importantly, it held most of my wife’s jewelry. She hardly wore them and there were times for them to be taken out and worn on special occasions.

Such an occasion was a few days away. But there was a small problem: the key to the locker was nowhere to be found. I searched the regular place where it was kept: in the pocket of her old zippered purse. It was not there. The key couldn’t be found anywhere in the house, the car, or the garage either!

I searched everywhere and the empty purse for a third time! My last resort was to say a prayer to St. Anthony, the saint for lost items. Instead, I prayed to the one and only Jesus Christ. I begged, “Jesus, please help me find the key!” Did I have the faith, or was I testing the power of prayer? I don’t know.

I opened that old zippered purse once again. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The key was sitting pretty inside the bag as if Jesus himself had dropped it there! All I could do was stand there and weep.

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