Two Amish girls, 6 and 12, who were abducted just outside their home, were returned safely to their parents in less than 24 hours. Something you rarely, if ever, hear about these days.
I ran to my brother’s room and literally shouted the Good News! We stood there, just hugging and crying for joy, because what had once been lost had now been found by the mercy of God.
So … what just happened, my friends?
A miracle? Why, Yes. A genuine miracle of when heaven and earth meet. When two hardened hearts, predisposed to do evil, are stymied by the unseen hand of God, and all who witness it are at once transported from this known physical planet called “earth” to the supernatural Kingdom of our Christ. A kingdom where the blessed Trinity reign…
St. John describes it in Revelation 21:10-27, this way:
10 And he carried me away in the Spirit to a mountain great and high, and showed me the Holy City, Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God.
11 It shone with the glory of God, and its brilliance was like that of a very precious jewel, like a jasper, clear as crystal.
12 It had a great, high wall with twelve gates, and with twelve angels at the gates. On the gates were written the names of the twelve tribes of Israel.
13 There were three gates on the east, three on the north, three on the south and three on the west.
14 The wall of the city had twelve foundations, and on them were the names of the twelve apostles of the Lamb.
15 The angel who talked with me had a measuring rod of gold to measure the city, its gates and its walls.
16 The city was laid out like a square, as long as it was wide. He measured the city with the rod and found it to be 1,400 miles in length, and as wide and high as it is long.
17 The angel measured the wall using human measurement, and it was 200 feet thick.
18 The wall was made of jasper, and the city of pure gold, as pure as glass.
19 The foundations of the city walls were decorated with every kind of precious stone….
21 The twelve gates were twelve pearls, each gate made of a single pearl. The great street of the city was of gold, as pure as transparent glass.
22 I did not see a temple in the city, because the Lord God Almighty and the Lamb are its temple.
23 The city does not need the sun or the moon to shine on it, for the glory of God gives it light, and the Lamb is its lamp.
24 The nations will walk by its light, and the kings of the earth will bring their splendor into it.
25 On no day will its gates ever be shut, for there will be no night there.
26 The glory and honor of the nations will be brought into it.
27 Nothing impure will ever enter it, nor will anyone who does what is shameful or deceitful, but only those whose names are written in the Lamb’s book of life.
And so, we all witnessed a miracle … and for a brief moment, our collective prayers from every conceivable denomination, from Jewish, Protestant, to Catholic, in neighboring towns, boroughs and cities all throughout the North Country rose like incense as a sweet smelling savor into the nostrils of God.
And, the heavens responded, mightily.
You see, a battle was waged against the supernatural forces of wickedness in the heavenly realm, with St. Michael the Archangel leading the charge.
The thugs’ plans were cut to the quick. How dare they conspire to lay a hand on the Lord’s anointed—two darling daughters of God. No doubt, God used their underestimation of the Amish girls against them and both Fanny and Delila, guided by the Holy Spirit, were able to slip away, unharmed and unmolested.
And so, I just had to talk about it. I knew you’d agree. To pass it by as some casual event; or worse, merely happenstance would perhaps be a kind of anathema this side of heaven.
And so, I wanted to rejoice with you and celebrate the goodness of God and commend increased unity among Christians and all God-fearing friends. Indeed, a cord of three strands is not easily broken; and, so too, when Jewish, Protestant, and Catholic peoples join forces in prayer.
“How good and pleasant it is,” says our Lord, “when brethren dwell together in unity.” Perhaps this will mark a change; a kind of revival, if you please, in acknowledging what was spoken by God so long ago:
“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, and I will forgive their sin and will heal their land.”
About the Author
The Reverend Michael O’Donnell, Ph.D., OSF, the Rector at St. John’s parish in New York, is married to Rachel, a principal with The Classical Academy, and they have two grown children—Patrick (married) and Kayla (engaged). They have been married and in love for over 27 years and in 1991 lost an infant daughter, Cara, to a birth defect. Home from Oz (Word) and The Oz Syndrome(Hillcrest) were books that Michael penned shortly after her death that helped him to process her early passing. Michael is also a principal blogger for Faithhappenings.com .
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