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.