“Faith is a knowledge within the heart, beyond the reach of proof.” ~ Kahlil Gibran
In August of 2008, my husband, son Alex, and I watched a concert. As is our tradition, I kept the tickets as souvenirs of the night. I left them on my bedside table and kept a mental note to remember to store them in the family memory box. A few days later, however, I noticed the tickets were damp; one was completely wet. I had inadvertently left a glass of water unattended. The condensation had dripped off the chilled glass and onto the things I had on the table. Not wanting to throw the tickets out, I left them face up to dry.
The next day, I found this.
I got goose pimples when I first saw this. I am not a superstitious person and somewhere in the back of my rational mind, I believe that the figure I see in this scrap of paper was created by nothing more than happenstance or coincidence. And yet, my heart believes otherwise.
What do I see, you ask? I see a man, with his head slightly bowed, his arms stretched upwards. In my heart, I believe the man to be Jesus, as He was on the cross.
To the Man who died on the cross for us, may we always be worthy of Your sacrifice, Lord.
Have a blessed Holy Week, everyone, and see you next week!