“You don’t really believe that do you?”
“Believe what?”
“Fatima: The Miracle of the Sun; that Mary revealed herself in celestial signs in movement and changing of the sun?”
“Why shouldn’t I?’
“It just seems absurd, ridiculous. How could anyone believe in sign and miracle like that in our modern scientific age?”
“I don’t know. I guess it’s a will to continue in a faith despite the scientific evidence. Don’t we have our own absurdities: men can be women…despite scientific knowledge and proof of chromosomes, while X and Y may prove sex, they do not reflect our modern understanding of gender…what does that mean? Or to assert that the best way to protect and preserve the environment is to cover it in solar panels and wind turbines in massive footprint rather than controlled and limited energy sites: that green living is best embodied in the example of concrete conclaves—that this is the green and sustainable future—not a reversion and return to simple living off and by the land in way our modern standards would reject.
It’s all non-sense; but, still, we entertain it.
If I am going entertain and choose to believe absurdities, I would rather choose those that raise my eyes and spirit upward; not into a downward spiral of sophist cynicism and non-sense.
We are in an age of the entirely absurd—why should not God and his mediums use the same to reach us in our blindness and determination not to see? God has used the absurd far longer—and far more effectively—than man? Our non-rationality is a poor imitation to that in whose image we are made.”
“A dancing sun, changing and kaleidoscope of colors?”
“Have you not seen sky and light change?”
“But it’s just an observation of a natural happening. It’s not a miracle!”
“Maybe, or maybe in our haste to explain, we wipe away the wonder and miracle in the simple that is intentionally there; and it doesn’t change that before its predicted happening, the visitations of Mary to the children.”
“They were just children, telling and speaking children’s tales.”
“Maybe, but the sky still changed. Coincidence, or proof, it’s a determination of one’s faith and desired bend. It still happened, just as the children said.
And why wouldn’t Mary seek and speak to children for her message. Did her son not say, ‘Amen, I say to you: Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a child, shall not enter into it.’
Why should his Mother not use medium for her message?”
“It just seems improbable, impossible!”
“’The things that are impossible with men, are possible with God.’
Have you never, alone and in your spirit, looked on the sun and swore you felt something?”
“Have you?”
“In my thirty-fourth year…that was the first time. It has lived a few times since.”
“If we think in the modern spiritualism—energy and spirt and all that—do we not feel energies? Do we not sense engagements? Eyes are just eyes, but we know when they are on us, and we know when they search and fix on us for engagement, message, and telling. Do we not?
You know when a different energy is there: holding, fixed and telling. You feel the flutter and awareness and a heart-rate race from what, physically, are only eyes. But there’s spirit telling through.
If God, Creator and manifestor of Universe and Cosmos, should use his infinite to seek our spirit—as little and lowly as we are—why should he not stare in us with wonders of fire, sun as communing medium of spirit to speak and shine on us in engaging, holding, and revealing, miraculous, energy and aura?
I would think that is exactly how God, or Mary, would choose to speak…
Our world is filled with the absurd. I really don’t care if others believe or don’t. I do, for I’ve discerned God’s engagement and intercessions upon my life. I’ve seen Miracles of the Sun but lacking the innocence and eyes of a child have been to scared to speak them full, afraid of being a fool: and maybe I am a greater fool for not accepting and following as I feel called.
Maybe your question, another intercession, has put me back upon my path.
I’m still a sinner needing saving, and as Mary asked the little children to pray, I do again:
‘O my Jesus, forgive us our sins and save us from the fires of hell. Lead all souls to Heaven especially those in most need of thy mercy.”
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Rainbow aureole surrounded sun, and to each, they swore they saw it dance.
Absurd, but appearing—revealing—all the same.