The Resurrection of the Lord, Easter Sunday, 2025
When I was six years old, I experienced a miracle. It was 1993 in the month of May: My oldest brother was having his ninth birthday party, and my parents had their friends and family over with neighbors; my brother's friends were there too. We were in our backyard when my father started a baseball game for the kids. He made the baseball diamond out of any items he could find and saw that our brand new Blessed Mother statue looked good for first base. So, he swiveled the concrete statue over as my mother's parents looked on in anger. My grandmother, my mother's mother, ended up standing by the statue to make sure none of the kids would knock it over while rounding first. The game went on and it ended; the statue was fine. So, my grandmother started returning the statue to its rightful place but, as she was doing that, she started screaming, “Look at the sun look at the sun!” And, turning around and looking up at the sun, I saw an explosion of color: The sun was moving viole...