Thawing sludge appears in a Chicago underpass, and everybody flocked to see it because it was the Virgin Mary.
And now, Jesus shows up in a woman’s womb. Well, the ultrasound of it.
Actually, it looks like a full grown woman to me, but what do I know?
Now, I know that God moves in strange and mysterious ways, but why the coy cat-and-mouse game? Why are religious icons appearing only inside people, in smelly underpasses, and on tortilla shells? How about, you know, moving the nighttime stars so that they form a LightBright depiction of the crucifixion and resurrection? That will get my attention.