Divine Revelations, Angels, And Holy Coincidences
In 1965, I attended a Lenten worship service at my church. Seated about three or four rows from the front of the sanctuary, I listened to people murmuring behind me and wondered why they were talking, not praying. As my eyes looked over the chancel, I found myself focusing on the cross on the altar, about fifteen feet away. The cross was about fifteen inches high and made of wood. Although I was not thinking of anything in particular, I kept my eyes focused on that cross, and suddenly it disappeared and I saw Jesus in all his glory!