About five years ago I was driving through Logansport, IN. with my friend Pamela; returning from a Holy Spirit Circle of her friends, close to midnight, on a full moonlit night. It was a very wonderful circle that night and many of the ladies there had received healings from God over their sorrows, broken marriages, rapes, and incest abuses. There were many tears and hugs and deliverances by God from the pains that had bound them. It was a great victory night for the Holy Spirit and the ladies that had attended.

As we came close to the All Saints Catholic Church downtown I asked Pamela to pull the car over so we could offer a few words of prayer and thanks for all of the miracles that had occurred that night. There is a glorious golden statue of the Sacred Heart of Jesus on a pedestal outside the church and I often stop there to pray and offer thanks when I pass through Logansport after spirit circles in the area. If I travel through in daylight I take the time to go inside to pray and light candles for my clients, family, and friends for their needs. It is a lovely church that has been restored and one can pray, light candles, leave an offering and be left alone to meditate on God.

When we stopped the church clock bells struck midnight. It was cold winter night, but we didn’t care and had the driver’s window down to be able to see the beautiful golden Jesus reflecting the full moon light. As we sat there meditating in our own silent private prayers the most bizarre thing happened. The outstretched hands and fingers of the Jesus statue began to move ever so slightly.

I thought surely I must be more tired than I had realized and blinked my eyes to see better, thinking I must be imagining what I was seeing. I looked again, and the fingers were still moving. I was freaking out. Pamela looked at me and I looked at her, but neither of us wanted to be the first to say we saw what we were actually seeing for fear of the other one thinking we must be crazy. (Pride is a very real thing, even at midnight).

On To Next Page...