Heaven is Real

 

Through Faith, we know God is everywhere, and takes an active interest in our lives. Once in a while some of us are blessed to witness a supernatural event; then there are others who for some strange reason, are visited by the Power more than once in their life. This is a short relation of one such incident.

A family I know quite well has had such events happen to them several times in the midst of their daily lives. Events that cannot be explained- nor can they be proven after the fact; one must trust to the veracity of the people involved. These stories have seldom been retold, for to people such as these the arc of their lives is a precious, private thing; much like a family heirloom. Sharing these events is akin to lending a delicate, ancient flower to strangers. Each time they are loaned out, these precious gifts are subject to damage, loss, and criticism. This is why the world is full of wonderful, miraculous things that are rarely related: their value is so dear to those involved, that the chance of damage far exceeds the prospect of edifying others.

 One day the father was as his habit prostrating himself before the crucifix in his living room. During quiet times in the afternoon he would take the time to recite a Rosary, and meditate before the icon. It was an early winter day, where it gets dark around 5 PM. Nothing out of the ordinary he insists had occurred before this day; it was just another day to him, and as he finished his prayer time it was full dark in the house. As he opened up his eyes and stood up, he noticed a strange, somewhat startling sight. The crucifix before him had taken on a soft yellowish glow. Not the cross itself, but the corpus upon it was glowing steadily and obviously. He stood there for several seconds just looking at it- he was not particularly upset or excited by what he was seeing. He stepped closer, and noticed that the outline of the corpus was somewhat indistinct, as if the light it was emitting was in the manner of a cloud surrounding , rather the emanating from the corpus. He then reached up to touch it, and noticed that even with his hand upon the corpus, the light was undisturbed; he could not see a shadow or form of his hand as it was on the surface. His curiosity turned to wonder and gratitude; he stated emphatically that at no time did he feel fear or trepidation.

 After a time of contemplation of this phenomenon, he walked into the kitchen for a moment and returned; the aura had gone. In examining this episode afterward he has come to certain conclusions about what had happened. Firstly he is convinced of the miraculous nature, and has absolutely no idea why he was graced with it. The way it has affected him is interesting however; to him it is a great consolation- perhaps one of the greatest of his life- that such an ordinary Faith can be visited in such an extraordinary way.

 Heaven is real. This is what he now knows for a certainty. May we all come to know it as he does.