Sunday, April 15, 2012

God seemed to provide visual approval to an outdoor gathering of 20,000 people in Detroit

A throng of Christians walking from Comerica Park down Woodward Avenue to the Spirit of Detroit Statue

On April 16 2011, I was one of approx. 20,000 people who came to Comerica Park, home of the Detroit Tigers, for a first-time prayer walk by the multi-church outreach organization in Detroit called E.A.C.H.  (Everyone a Chance to Hear).  That number alone is enough to make you pause and think about the sheer number of Christians who came to show support to this new Christian service movement in Detroit.  But it was more impressive when that number turned out in the rain.  Most were equipped with rain ponchos or umbrellas, because it was raining when we got there, and the forecast said it was supposed to rain all morning. 

In fact, one of the men who made that prediction was local TV weatherman Chuck Gaidica.  As the event started, the rain stopped, and Chuck said in a beaming voice, (paraphrased here) “My colleagues and I predicted rain here in Detroit all morning.  The sudden dryness at that very moment in this very place could only be credited to God.”  The crowd cheered in agreement.  It seemed to be a thought most of us had had prior to Chuck saying so...  

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Sunday, April 8, 2012

Good Friday Special Effect – Sunlight Vanished When Jesus Died

I still get happy chills when I think about this one.  It was about nine years ago.  My workplace didn’t offer Good Friday as a holiday, so I took a break from work in the middle of the day and was attending a church near my workplace.  I can’t remember the name of the church, but I do remember that perpendicular to the altar were two very tall and thin windows.  The window on the right was positioned in a way that the sunlight came in strongly and lit the wall to the left of the crucifix hanging immediately behind the altar.
As the service progressed, the story of Jesus’ crucifixion was being acted out in front of us by actors with scripts.  I was vaguely aware of the passing of time because the sunlight kept moving.  It slowly crept closer and closer to the crucifix on the wall, until finally, at about the time the readers said, “Above him there was an inscription: 'This is the King of the Jews'”, the sun had reached and was illuminating the crucifix.  The light was getting dimmer because the sun had moved into a position where only a small slice of light was able to make it through the window; the sun was at a sharp angle relative to the window. 

I began to wonder if we were going to see a miracle of timing.  Would the light go out just when…

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Bill Griffin
Royal Oak, Michigan