Something extraordinary happened at work the other day.
I thought people who saw images of Virgin Mary around the place were a bit nutters.
A bit loop-di-loop. A bit Jatz Crackers. (Which is kind of sad, since I fancy myself some Jatz Crackers and dip now and then.)
But my view on these people has changed. I mean, it has to. I'm one of them now.
And i'll be damned if you'll refer to me as a delicious, edible food snack.
It was 2 pm on your average, run-of-the-mill, normal looking day. Not a time that I particularly associate with miracles. If miracles were more of a common occurance in my life, i'd like to think I was more of a 5:30 in the afternoon kind of guy.
I can't say I ever met Virgin Mary while she was alive, so I can't be 100% sure it's her, (i.e. it might be one of her sisters), but i've just got that feeling....
She seemed happy.
