After prayer, unexpected visions and healings

I  have been involved for some time with healing through the graces of the Holy Spirit, both receiving healing and being part of the instrument for healing. I can remember the first time, some 30 years ago, when I was part of a prayer team meeting at Duns Scotus in Southfield Michigan under the guidance of Fr. Duane Stenzel OFM. 

The holy place known as Duns Scotus in the 1980's.  Southfield, Michigan.

       

One day a young man came in asking for prayer, but wouldn’t share anything specific. As we closed our eyes and prayed over him, I clearly saw a picture in my head of a boy sitting at a kitchen table and an older man standing over him and they were yelling at each other. 

As a “rookie” with Healing prayer, I wasn’t sure what to do, but shared aloud what I saw. The young man burst into tears and said that the man was his father and that they had been in their kitchen just this morning and had a nasty argument. From then, the leader of the prayer team gently proceeded to lead the prayer into the specific situation. The sense of peace that came over the young man and his gratitude as he left the session re-confirmed for me how much God loves us and wants us to know and experience His peace ... and that He will use all available instruments to do that.

I didn’t think anything was unusual about my experience as there seemed to be many “signs and wonders” going on with all the prayer groups and Healing sessions at Duns Scotus. It was a bit of a “spiritual oasis” during the 80’s. I know of others that had similar experiences to mine. It truly was a great feeling to know you are being used by the Holy Spirit in some way.

 

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Gerry

Troy, Michigan

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Armada in the clouds going homeward tell Peter Hritiu that WWII was over

Aug. 14, 1945,    World War II

In the U.S. Navy

On board CVE 58   Aircraft carrier Corregidor           

Operating from Pearl Harbor.

It was evening.  Operations for pilot training had ceased for the day.  The weather was fair, the water was calm and the sky heavy with the mountains and puff of billowy clouds.  I was on the flight deck enjoying the quiet and having yet another look at what nature had to offer.  At first glance at the sea, there were no seagulls, no dolphins, nothing to see in the water.  My eyes lifted to the sky.  All of heaven was filled with clouds as far as the eye could see and they seemed to rest heavy on the horizon along the entire view from left to right.  It was pleasant providing shade and quieting the glare from the water.  The wind was quiet and the clouds floated easy, undisturbed, holding massive shapes.  Too many to count or describe except for their colors:  dark gray, light gray with patches of blue where the clouds allowed a peek at the sky.  

Suddenly, as though I was watching a movie, I saw silhouettes of ships in the clouds.  I saw a battleship, a cruiser, a destroyer, a troop ship, an aircraft carrier, and others.  A full armada going in the opposite direction of the enemy.

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Peter Hritiu

USN Sailor First Class

Written April 13, 2013

Virgin Mary appearing to Chaldean Woman in Southeastern Michigan

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Yes, this title has the sound of a bad tabloid article, doesn’t it?  But today I spoke to a man named William who has been in her house and believes this is true.  William told me at a retreat at the Manresa Retreat Center in Bloomfield Hills, Michigan that he saw oil oozing from a crucifix, a painting of the Suffering Christ, a painting of the Virgin Mother, and from other Christian artifacts in this woman’s home.  It is this phenomenon

See the oil oozing from the far left of the painting.

Tray beneath picture is full of oil

that first draws people's interest to this story, so I'll say a bit about that, before talking about the Virgin Mary's words. The source of the oil has no scientific explanation.  For example, the painting is on a thin canvas, there are no hoses or tubes attached to it, and the reverse side of the painting is completely dry.  Over the course of the past four years (since Aug. 2008), over three hundred and fifty pounds of oil has emerged from these and other artifacts in this house.

While the oil is a very puzzling (and convincing) physical phenomenon, when I hear of something like this that is real (and I’m strongly leaning in this direction based on having met William and knowing the priest who informed him, and seen the video… link below), I don’t get caught up in the physical miracle.  When God makes things like this happen, it’s not stand-alone.  It is done to help people believe in some sort of message.  

Some of the jars of oil collected in three years.
Other oil has been given away to visitors.

In this case, the message is being spoken by an apparition of the Virgin Mary.  She is heard audibly by the Chaldean woman. 

 

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God Showed Himself in an Unexpected Way

In December, 1986 I was out of a job, and I prayed intently that God would help me find just the right job. I felt confident that He would, because surely He’d have to agree this was my most pressing need. As it turned out, He must have thought there was another need more pressing: letting me know He really exists.     

Here is one of several coincidences that occurred during the several months I was unemployed:

I wanted to find out if any Human Resources positions existed at the large corporate offices of Perry Drugs in Pontiac, MI. Perry was getting good business reviews at the time. So, I drove there one morning, picked up some company literature and asked at the front desk if I could talk to someone about potential opportunities in the training or organizational development departments. The lady gave me a standard address to send my resume to, and politely bid adieu.  

Frustrated, I walked outside into the parking lot, and decided to ask the first person I met what the Perry working environment was like, so I could at least come away with something. The person I stopped was the Manager of Training and Development! I was elated when she gave me her card and asked me to call her the following Monday, when she’d have time to talk. The coincidence was invigorating, and I thanked God.

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Rose cremated with body of Father Jack Trese emerges from furnace virtually unscathed

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Less than a week after his death on Oct. 20, 2004, longtime pastor of St. Columban Church in Birmingham, Michigan, the beloved Father John (Jack) Trese, was cremated.  A rose was put onto his casket by parishioner Kevin Degen, and the button to start the process was pushed, with much grief, by Jack’s longtime friend, Sister Mary Fran Gilleran, IHM, president of the IHM congregation in Monroe, Michigan.  Also in attendance was Pat Lynch, president and co-founder of the Clawson, Michigan site of Lynch & Sons Funeral Home.  Pat saw the rose go on.

Pat Lynch, Funeral Director

Father Jack Trese

About three hours later, after the furnace had burned its contents for that time period at 1700 degrees Fahrenheit, Pat Lynch was in attendance for the removal of the ashes.  He said to me by phone on Oct. 13, 2012, “When I retrieved Jack’s ashes from the crematory, I saw the very same rose that had gone in.  It was virtually unscathed.  It’s never happened before that I’ve ever heard of.  My reaction?  It was unbelievable.  Remarkable.  Quite a beautiful thing.  I don’t recall who else was present at the time, but Sister Mary Fran was not one of them."

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What's the point of all those Padre Pio miracles?

This posting is about Padre Pio, the 20^th century Italian monk who by all accounts had a very close-knit and active relationship with Jesus.  His life was marked by willing personal sacrifice and hundreds of miracles. Some of the things that happened are so unusual that his biography reads like fiction.  But according to hundreds of witnesses and recorded statements from people whose lives were converted by interaction with Padre Pio, these things really happened (I’ll mention some later in this article).    

If you believe what was reported about Padre Pio, there are a couple of ways to react to such a story.    

1. “How curious!  How fascinating!  This is a great conversation piece.  When I’m done with this story, I’ll search for other oddball stories, like how a restaurant just set the world record for making the world’s largest cheeseburger.”
2. “There must be a reason these things happened.  There must be something God wants us to learn from Padre Pio’s life, and I want to find out what that is… (right after I finish my cheeseburger… I got a hankering for one).

I finished my own large cheeseburger, so I decided to really think about the ‘meaning’ behind his life.

Let me first catch you up on who this Padre Pio is, and why he’s attracted attention for years.

A rare photo of the stigmata on Padre Pio's hand.

• Lived in Italy from 1887 – 1968.  (Alive while I was alive, which makes him more credible than some middle-ages dude... there are photos and videos after all).
• From an early age behaved well, loved God, followed the rules, kind to others.
• At the age of five, began to have spiritual ecstasies and apparitions, including visions of the Blessed Mother Mary.  But he didn’t report them to others until years later “Because I thought they were ordinary and happened to everybody.”...

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Source:  Padre Pio, Man of Hope by Renzo Allegri, Published by Servant Publications, 2000.
Two (of many) websites about Padre Pio:  Biography of Padre Pio.  A few Miracles of Padre Pio.  

Tell her "God hates mommies and daddies” (what?!)

Graham Cooke

[Graham Cooke] tells the story of being invited to a church in England. Following the Sunday morning service, the pastor invites him to his house for dinner. When he arrives at the house he is introduced to some of the church elders as well as to a young lady whom he is told is soon going to be sent out by the church as a missionary to China. Following the meal, the pastor then asks if he would pray for the lady. First, however, the young woman shared her vision for China and what she hoped to be doing. It was then time to pray. Immediately [Graham] bowed his head, and the Lord spoke a clear word into his spirit. "Tell her I hate mommies and daddies." This man has a good sense of humor and thought to himself, Sometimes I detest this gift. Why can't I be a teacher? The Lord, however, kept impressing this thought upon his mind, "Tell her I hate mommies and daddies."  

He then shared some valuable insight into the "prophetic" realm. He said, "the mind receives information , the spirit receives revelation, and the mind and the spirit don't always agree." The
Bible says, "the natural mind understands not the things of the Spirit of God, because they are foolishness" (see 1 cor. 2:14). And his mind was saying, "this is foolishness. This doesn't make sense. Why should I tell her that You hate mommies and daddies, and I'm not going to embarrass myself by saying that You hate mommies and daddies. I can't."

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Real Life Pentecost Experience

My wife Mary and I were visiting our friends Ken and Carol in their house on a Pentecost Sunday.  We went to socialize and we started the visit by breaking open the Bible and reading Acts 2, because that describes the original Pentecost day.

We read the following lines:

"And suddenly there came from the sky
a noise like a strong driving wind,
and it filled the entire house in which they were.
Then there appeared to them tongues as of fire,
which parted and came to rest on each one of them.
And they were all filled with the Holy Spirit"

 Then a freaky and wonderful thing happened.  We all heard the wind pick up strength and start blowing suddenly against the house and trees around us...


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Bill Griffin
Royal Oak, Michigan

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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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

The Prayers of Father Solanus Casey Helped to Cure My Father and Father-In-Law

Although I never knew Father Solanus Casey personally, I feel like he has touched my life in two very special ways.  Both my father and my father-in-law (who sadly is no longer with us) had experienced the special blessings of our loving God at the hands of Father Solanus on two very remote occasions (my father and my father-in-law had never met and did not know each other).

   

Allow me to begin with my father’s story.  In 1928, as a child at the mere age of two, Ralph (my dad) had contracted a severe case of appendicitis.  So horrific was it that the appendix had burst in several places.  Gangrene had set in which in turn resulted in peritonitis (an inflammation of the peritoneum, the thin tissue that lines the inner wall of the abdomen and covers most of the abdominal organs).  Keep in mind this was 1928.  The medical field was not nearly as advanced as it is now.  So severe was his condition that two doctor’s would not so much as attempt to operate.  One doctor told my grandmother not to hold onto too much hope; the situation was grim.  The doctor told her that he could “clean him up” as best he could to try and relieve the pain, but dad’s outlook was bad.  Heart-broken, my grandmother met with Father Solanus on a couple of occasions to ask his for his prayers.  Father Solanus and my grandmother prayed and he gently and kindly assured her not to worry; all would be well... 

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Buddy Michaels

It was like there was an orchestra conductor in the sky

In the first blog post of March 13,  I mentioned that I’d write two stories about real-life coincidences that indicate to me the love of Jesus in the days before my Mom's death, because someone was provided exactly what they needed in a surprise way.  This is the second of those stories.

It was on the day that, looking back, was the first day of my Mom’s one-week-long dying process.  Things started happening very quickly and very unexpectedly. People normally describe a day like that as a day when ‘All hell broke loose’.  But above it all, it became clear to me that also on that same day, ‘All heaven broke loose’.   

 
It was Monday, Feb. 27, 2012.  My Mom had revealed to us a week earlier, when she could no longer hide it, that she had developed breast cancer about nine months earlier, and wanted no doctor’s involvement.

I was at work. At a pre-agreed time (11:20am), I called my Mom to see if she was OK.  No answer.  She told me not to worry if that were to happen, since she may be in the bathroom, and to call back in an hour.  So I did.  No answer.  I started cancelling my afternoon appointments and called a third time to tell her on the answering machine I’d be there in 30 minutes. That 30 minute drive started out a mental maelstrom for me, imagining my mother crumpled at the bottom of her stairs, bleeding from a horrible fall, and other unpleasant possibilities.

I began to pray out loud to Jesus, saying, “Lord, help me be able to handle what I find.”...

 

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Find Jesus in the Lasagna

No, this is not another tacky silly story about how somebody found a silhouette of the Lord on a burnt piece of toast.   No pictures in the lasagna.  Rather, two people I love thought of lasagna at the same well-timed moment, and it made us all think we were receiving ‘help from above’.

In the previous blog post,  I mentioned that I’d write two stories about real-life coincidences that indicate to me the love of Jesus in the days before my Mom's death, because someone was provided exactly what they needed in a surprise way.  This is one of those stories. 

Background:  at the time of this story, my mother was declining in health rapidly due to breast cancer.  My brother-in-law was in the hospital in a touch-and-go situation requiring daily attention from my wife and her sisters.  And my middle daughter Monica was getting less attention than she normally gets when she comes home from college for a several-day break.

So my wife Mary, stressed to the hilt but still mindful of the needs of her children, said to Monica, “Sweetheart; I haven’t given you much attention recently.  I’d like to do something nice for you. 

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Bible verse directly answered her dead friend's question

During August, I had resolved to read a chapter of John’s gospel a day. On the day I was due to read Chapter 16, a call came telling me one of my most cherished friends had died that afternoon.  As I hung up the phone, I repeated to my husband the question my friend had raised in the course of our last conversation.  “I wonder if all our questions will be answered when we get to heaven,” she had said, “or if we will have no more questions…”

With her words echoing through my thoughts, I went off alone.  I took my bible with me since there was still a chapter of John to read that day.  I spoke to my friend in prayer and wept for the conversations we would never have again.  I wondered if all her questions were answered, now that she was in heaven.  Finally, I opened John’s gospel to where I’d left off the day before and there I read the following verse:

“You are sad for a time, but I will see you again.  Then your hearts will rejoice with a joy no one can take from you. On that day you will have no questions to ask me.”  ...



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Brigid Geroux

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Why she obeys God immediately (most of the time)

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I was driving home that evening at 7pm, and I found myself pulling into the driveway of that neighborhood church.  I did not intend to pull in but rather I just found myself pulling in with a strong urgency. I even remember saying to myself, "Well, OK Lord….".  So I get out of my car and walk into the clothing bank area and there walking out in front of me was a young lady crying…..  I ask her what the matter was and she explained how this other woman (another beneficiary of the clothing giveaway) was continually grabbing the stuff she needed out of her hands and taking it.  (I did get a worker to speak to that rude woman.)  She continued to cry and say that she just got off a plane with her 2 children and had no car seat and she needed help – she was young, single, obviously looking for a new place to live and start over.  I immediately said, without even thinking, “Well, you can have mine”.  I went to my car and got it out then thought – "Now what am I gonna do? I don’t have one."  Literally within seconds my phone rang. I answered to someone saying "Hey – I have 2 car seats for you – I am on the way to drop them off, are you home?"



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Carol T. from Ford Motor Company

God saved his marriage, cured his depression

This true story is very hard for me to believe, because it was written and sent to me by Gerry, the very stable, very well respected leader of our church men's fellowship.  He's been at it for almost 20 years... every Saturday morning.  He's allowed a group of 20 men to set a new norm in their lives, and that's to live for Jesus.  I find it virtually impossible to think he had such difficulty earlier in his life.  But Jesus can do anything, even for people whose marriages are in trouble and who are considering suicide.

Even though I was raised by faithful Catholic parents and was friends with God through high school, something happened after that and I didn’t have time for Him, or church either.

My wife (Peg) and I were married in 1973 and 3 years into our marriage it was dying. It wasn’t my wife’s fault, I just couldn’t get any enthusiasm … I wasn’t “in love”.  I wanted to stop the marriage before we had any children to hurt …there was enough pain as it was.

My sister invited us to go on a marriage encounter … little did we know that it was for good marriages to be made better. I remember telling my wife peg that if this didn’t take, we would look for a lawyer … enough was enough.

That’s how we went into the weekend, God came into our marriage somehow (because I certainly didn’t ask him) and he healed our marriage – we went around to my parents and brothers and sisters houses and told them on Sunday how much in love we were and how we were going to stay married.

3 years later when our first daughter was born we had a decision to make.  We had agreed to be consistent with our daughter in all things - and the Church and Mass were boring – there was nothing there for us.

Father Duane Stenzel

After trial & error to find some meaning in the Church, I ended up going to a place called Duns Scotus and listening to Fr. Duane Stenzel. He talked about how much Jesus wanted me to have a relationship with him through his son, Jesus with the gifts of the Holy Spirit. Both Peg & I were changed in our hearts and the Mass & sacraments exploded with the real presence of Jesus.

God still wasn’t finished with me yet – not by a long shot. I had been suffering from depression episodes that would come out of nowhere … like the floor dropping out from beneath me, I would find myself in a dungeon-type room … no doors … no escape … no hope. There were frightening moments that the thought of ending my life might be the best solution.

On one occasion while we listened to Fr. Duane talk about the healing presence of Jesus, he had us shut our eyes and listen to the scriptures read … and he read: "The spirit of the lord is on me, because he has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.  He has sent me to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the lord's favor."

Suddenly I saw a vision of a room with a person huddled in the corner with his knees pulled up tight to his chest. His flesh looked raw, like a severe burn victim ... And in his eyes was a look of sheer terror.

I opened my eyes and saw that everyone else was still listening with their eyes closed … so, I closed my eyes and immediately, I was back in that room, except now I was the person in the corner … and I could feel the terror and fear in me.

I noticed a light coming in the room through a door and as I clutched my knees even tighter. I saw a hand reach across my forearm and ever so gently, lift my arm off my knees.

I realized it was Jesus and that I was healed … of course it took me quite a while as I was weeping with joy.

Since that time, I have not had one episode of depression like I had been experiencing. Jesus came to get me in a place I didn’t think anyone could get to. Let alone would want to.  I didn’t earn His healing or presence – He just came.

Now I know the one who healed my marriage. Now I know the one who healed my depression. Now I know the real answer to that Catechism question … why did God make me? God made me to love me.

Random callers coincidentally 'steered' to the phone counselors who could resolve their problem

This story was told in 1999 by Deb Matthews on her site 'True Christian Stories'.  It is another example that shows that if we give a little of ourselves to others, God sometimes multiplies the goodness that happens.



Deb Matthews


One night Deb was volunteering for a nationally broadcast crusade providing telephone counseling.  She decided to do it despite her concern that people might call with a problem that she didn't know how to handle.  A number of other volunteers were doing the same thing, and were within earshot of each other.  Calls came in at random, and they were routed to whomever was next free.

As the night went on, she noticed that each of the volunteer counselors seemed to be getting only one or two types of callers.  One volunteer got a lot of calls from kids with problems.
Another volunteer got a number of calls from people with depression, including two who were suicidal.  Deb was getting a lot of calls from youth and senior citizens.

Deb also noticed that the patterns coincided exactly with the area of expertise that each volunteer counselor brought to the table.  Other counselors were noticing the same thing and made comments like, "I'm getting calls that are right up my alley!" 

To Deb, it seemed very much like this type of pairing up the needy with the helpers was not being guided by chance.  She felt as if God must be participating in this event to help those in need get what they needed, by means of the people who were selfless enough to offer their services.  She felt like she was witnessing something remarkable, and so she shared it on her website, http://www.debauthor.com/phones.htm.  Check it out.  There are a couple of dozen additional stories there.

My commentary:  Is God Real?  I consider this more evidence.

A Rose survived 1700 degree flame for over an hour

When beloved Catholic priest Monsignor John A. Trese died at age 81 in Oct. 2004, he was cremated. Before his body went into the furnace, which burns at 1700 degrees, a rose was placed on his body.  When the cremation was complete, the door was opened, and all that was found was ashes... and the rose, intact.  His parishioners at St. Columban Catholic Church in Birmingham, MI were not at all surprised that he of all people would be honored by this symbolic message, apparently from God, that there was something very special about this priest.  The funeral director stated that in all his years he had never seen that happen before.

The rose was given as a keepsake to Trese family friend Sister Mary Fran Gilleran, IHM, president of the IHM congregation in Monroe, Michigan, who died July 9, 2011.   

                                                                  Father Jack Trese

Rays of Sunshine at exactly the right moment

On April 16, 2011, a huge Christian outdoor prayer rally organized by EACHtoday.com was scheduled to be held outdoors. All the weather forecasts predicted rain all morning, and so the 20,000 staunch participant who showed up came prepared with rain gear.  As I was driving to the event, and just one mile away from the parking, the rain was coming down HARD.  But I was surprised by what I heard on the radio. Broadcasters who were standing in the main center of the event said that where they were standing, the rain had just STOPPED.  When I got there, local TV Weatherman  (and MC for the event) Chuck Gaidica was speaking from the main stage. He said that he and his colleagues had predicted rain all morning. And he believed that the sudden dryness at this time and this place could only be credited to God. The crowd cheered in agreement. At that point the crowd was awed as the sun broke through the dark clouds, sending a wide, piercing ray of sun down on the the event parking lot. It was as if God was saying "Yes, that was me."
Gasps were heard in every direction, because of the coincidental timing of all these events.

See slideshow with narrative:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PkDG_PrLwRo

Spoke in Navajo without knowing what it was

My church's deacon Bob O told this story about 10 years ago.  Bob is considered a very Godly person and would never make this up.  Before Bob and his wife Kathy had children, they spent some time doing mission work on a Navajo reservation out west.  In the months preceding the trip, they did a lot of praying, and had a strange event happen:  Bob felt the urge to pray "in tongues" (yes, that's strange to me too... but keep reading).  He spoke the same thing at several points in time, so he wrote down the sounds on paper and kept them with him.  He asked some people if they understood it, and they said no. 

God encountered at Navajo Reservation

A few months later, after they had been on the Navajo reservation for a while, Bob was sharing this story with one of the Navajo leaders, and the leader did not dismiss him.  He asked to hear the sounds, which Bob promptly repeated.  The Navajo leader surprised Bob by saying that it was perfect Navajo language and that it was a message praising God.  (!)