I want to relate an interesting experience I had at about the age of ten. I was a quiet kid, and though not really trusting the priest in the church, I was interested in knowing what God was and who Jesus was. The idea of two thousand years of spiritual loneliness since Jesus was a little too hard for me to take.
One day a thunderstorm covered our town. Lightning cracked and rumbled here and there. I remember that I leaned on the window sill, quietly enjoying the wind and the rain all to myself. An idea struck me: to ask a question.
“God, if Jesus is alive on Earth, send me a lightning strike right in front of me,” I childishly demanded.
The gamble didn’t immediately pay off. I waited for about two or three seconds and then sighed. Life was boring after all. I decided to go and do something in my room to help kill the time. But immediately after I had turned from the window, facing the wall, I saw the reflection of a lightning strike directly behind me, cracking right on my silhouette’s head! That was interesting.
Thanks God, for the reflective paint in that old house. But like many magical things which happen to kids, I soon forgot the whole thing... though years later it all came back... and made perfect sense.