"Sometimes in our lives, the glasses we need in order to see Jesus are tears."
This is what Pope Francis said during a morning mass three days after my baptism. He was right. I ended up with such glasses after our eldest daughter nearly died from a cardiac arrest which, initially, left her in a scary vegetative state. Through the tears that flowed since, I indeed saw Jesus and got to know Him.
This blog is for everyone looking for truth and peace.
One night, I saw a beam of light coming out of a concrete wall. It looked impossible and effortless at the same time.
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The four of us were in our daughters' room. It was late and the room was dark. Sienna was sleeping and my wife was praying, sitting next to Naomi who lay awake on her bed. I lay at the foot end of the bed. Suddenly, a beam of light came out of the wall, followed by another light coming out of nowhere.
Naomi made this drawing on the day she suffered that devastating cardiac arrest.
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Three years later, during a Mass, that little girl flying the kite came to mind and I "heard" what the drawing depicted. Soon after, I found the drawing included a reference to an especially encouraging Bible verse.
During a retreat organised by the Catholic Spirituality Centre, I was handed a 1.5 meter tall cross which I had to carry 10 meters across the room – on my knees.
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Expecting this to badly hurt my knees, I was surprised I did not feel any pain at all. Carrying that big cross was easy too: it was light as a feather. Half an hour later, I discovered that cross was made of hefty solid wood.
One morning, Sienna woke up when she heard Naomi make some noise. Looking across the room, she did not see Naomi on her bed.
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Wondering why, Sienna got out of bed and found Naomi – who cannot move herself –inexplicably lying curled up on the floor underneath the chair besides her bed!
