ONE EVENING, in my Charismatic Renewal prayer group, the leader, returning from Montreal (Canada), suggested that we anoint our hands with “the oil of Saint Joseph”. I question him: “What is it? » The following Monday, she lent me a book recounting the life of André Bessette (1845-1937), an uneducated religious man, very well known in Quebec. To the sick who came to him, he recommended: “Pray to Saint Joseph and I will pray for you. Go and confess…” He also advised rubbing oneself with the oil from the lamps burning in front of the statue of the saint or with a medal representing him.
Some time later, in 2011, with my husband and my son, we spent two weeks in Quebec. In Montreal, we visit the Saint-Joseph Oratory, the construction of which was launched by Brother André. Monumental! Imagine the basilica of Montmartre with escalators inside! While passing through the store, I bought two medals of Saint Joseph, without a specific idea in mind, and had them blessed.
Back in France, I think of two people looking for work. I tell myself that Brother André, orphaned at 12, experienced precariousness and worked in many professions before becoming religious. That makes him close to me. So I send a medal to a friend in Brittany who is looking in vain for a job after being made redundant, then, at Christmas, I give the other to my nephew, unemployed after a fixed-term contract. And I entrust them in prayer to Saint Joseph and Brother André.
My friend and my nephew each found a job and started… the same day, Monday February 6, 2012! They have not experienced unemployment since.
To show my gratitude to Saint Joseph, I bought a medal representing him with the child Jesus and went to the Saint-Louis-d’Antin church in Paris, sure of finding a priest there to have her blessed. Seeing them all in the confessional, I take my place in a queue to confess – which is difficult for me. Once confessed, I have the medal blessed (I still wear it now) and go out. In the street, I burst out laughing: so, Brother André – canonized in 2010 – pushed me into the confessional as he did during his lifetime for certain people! With Saint Andrew and many others, I believe that the saints of heaven intervene in our lives, and I am touched.