You’ll have to forgive me if I’m not using the proper termanology when I chose the word “divine”. I’ve read a lot of the posts in this forum, and I know there are many more knowledgeable than I. If it is incorrect, please feel free to let me know.
I am cross-posting a story I just added to another post in this forum, because I am not really sure if it belonged there and I would love to hear from others regarding their experiences.
So here it is:
When I was very young … probably four or so my mother and I attended a very small Catholic church called St Mary of the Assumption. It was the first Catholic church in the area and was built in the late 1890’s. Even now I remember the wonderful feeling of peace that small church evoked in me. I can remember looking forward to attending mass there every Sunday. This was basically a one room building with a very small alcove directly to the left of the alter where the priest would get ready for mass.
Anyway … the first row of pews had been created in minature so that children could sit there during mass, (I remember feeling special that I got to sit so close to the priest.) One morning during mass, (and I still remember it vividly to this day) I started to see on the wall above the crucifx what I could only describe as a shadow picture show of Joseph leading Mary on a donkey to a small building. The building was small and shack like in appearance and there were also 2 or three palm trees around it. Everything was in sillouhette, but it played out just like a picture show. I can remeber just being enthralled with it. After mass I told everyone I knew about it, thinking everyone else had seen it too. No one had. I can remember people, (including my mother) trying to convince me that it was probably just shadows playing on the wall, but I watched like a hawk every mass after that until our parish built a new larger church and never saw the same thing again. To this day, (and I am now 29) I still believe that what I saw was real! How could I, a four year old possible know they had palm trees in the middle east, (and trust me there are no palm trees anywhere near that old church.)
To this day, even though the building no longer belongs to our parish, I drive by or walk by it whenever I need a little boost in faith. I dearly wish they still offered masses there, once the new building was completed, the mass experience was never quite the same for me.