If you haven't wandered over to Matt's recently, I need you to head over there and read these two stories:
And this one
I had already read these when Cale and I walked past the John Williams Building last night. So I knew why such a huge crowd had gathered, I knew why the TV news was there and I knew why I was almost hit by a taxi.
However, I still don't understand. I have never understood these things. I can understand miracles and I can even get behind people with visions or whatever. But I have a hard time believing that whatever god there is goes around appearing in grilled cheese sandwiches, metal baking sheets, a dry cleaner's press pad, a tree stump, a cider bottle, pancakes and toast, a kit-kat bar, a baby's ultrasound, or apparently the gutter stains on the side of a building. And that was just a quick google search.
Anyway, here's hoping god appears to you in your omelet this morning.