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clarkgamble1
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It only confirms that every witness thought that something major happened. Nothing seen proves what happened was supernatural. Only that something that could not be explained happened. If a 747 jet flew over a remote Amazon tribe, would they have a right to claim the supernatural? Not.The fact that every witness confirms something MAJOR happened at that exact time and place confirms the supernatural had to be involved in the miracle. There is no other explanation.
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Christine2
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My father was a Marine and he served in the Pacific during World War II.There was one story though, that my father loved to tell my brothers and I whenever we would ask about the war. It was a story dear to his heart.
During the winding down of the war against Japan, dad was serving in the Pacific theater. One night he drew night patrol and was assigned to scout for enemy troop movements in the rough jungle terrain. He had just climbed a tree to conceal himself, when seemingly out of nowhere the entire area beneath the tree was filled with enemy Japanese soldiers. Dad found himself trapped in the treetop for hours on end, as the enemy decided to camp right beneath the tree.
Barely able to breath, for fear of giving away his position, dad said he spent the time praying for God’s protection and asking God to help him. Every prayer he had ever learned, swirled through his mind and heart, as he waited silently in that treetop. He prayed that he would not be discovered, and as time went on he began to pray for the enemy soldiers beneath the tree. He said he could see, in his minds eye, our family back home and he imagined these soldiers were missing their loved ones too.
Up close, the enemy soldiers looked very much like the men in his unit. While their physical appearance was not American, and he could not understand their language, he knew from observing them that they were Gods children too. Men caught up in a war, which had brought them all to serve their country. Each one standing for what they thought was right, according to their upbringing and nationality. Like him, they were ordinary men with families and friends in a country far away. Men who might never see their loved ones again should they perish in the jungles of war. As he prayed and watched them, they sat relaxed around the jungle clearing, laughing and sharing letters and photos from back home, the same as my father and his fellow soldiers did when not on alert.
As night began to give way to the first light of the morning, my father accepted that in the end, he would probably not be returning home. The odds were stacked against him and he knew he could not remain motionless and undetected for much longer. Having made his peace with God, my dad began his final silent prayer. He prayed for the men beneath the tree and their families. He prayed for courage for the necessity, which might mean he must fire upon and kill his enemy. And for forgiveness also, as my father never took Gods commandment, “Thou shalt not kill,” lightly.
Just as my father gave the outcome over to Our Father in Heaven and made the sign of the cross, an enemy soldier spotted his hiding place in the treetop. As my father signed himself with the cross, their eye’s locked upon one another in the instance of war and the struggle to survive. To my dad’s utter amazement, the enemy soldier silently made the sign of the cross on his own forehead, and put his finger to his lips as if to say; “Be still my brother. I shall not betray you.” Almost in that very instant, the enemy soldiers began to move out as silently and as quickly as they had arrived.
During the winding down of the war against Japan, dad was serving in the Pacific theater. One night he drew night patrol and was assigned to scout for enemy troop movements in the rough jungle terrain. He had just climbed a tree to conceal himself, when seemingly out of nowhere the entire area beneath the tree was filled with enemy Japanese soldiers. Dad found himself trapped in the treetop for hours on end, as the enemy decided to camp right beneath the tree.
Barely able to breath, for fear of giving away his position, dad said he spent the time praying for God’s protection and asking God to help him. Every prayer he had ever learned, swirled through his mind and heart, as he waited silently in that treetop. He prayed that he would not be discovered, and as time went on he began to pray for the enemy soldiers beneath the tree. He said he could see, in his minds eye, our family back home and he imagined these soldiers were missing their loved ones too.
Up close, the enemy soldiers looked very much like the men in his unit. While their physical appearance was not American, and he could not understand their language, he knew from observing them that they were Gods children too. Men caught up in a war, which had brought them all to serve their country. Each one standing for what they thought was right, according to their upbringing and nationality. Like him, they were ordinary men with families and friends in a country far away. Men who might never see their loved ones again should they perish in the jungles of war. As he prayed and watched them, they sat relaxed around the jungle clearing, laughing and sharing letters and photos from back home, the same as my father and his fellow soldiers did when not on alert.
As night began to give way to the first light of the morning, my father accepted that in the end, he would probably not be returning home. The odds were stacked against him and he knew he could not remain motionless and undetected for much longer. Having made his peace with God, my dad began his final silent prayer. He prayed for the men beneath the tree and their families. He prayed for courage for the necessity, which might mean he must fire upon and kill his enemy. And for forgiveness also, as my father never took Gods commandment, “Thou shalt not kill,” lightly.
Just as my father gave the outcome over to Our Father in Heaven and made the sign of the cross, an enemy soldier spotted his hiding place in the treetop. As my father signed himself with the cross, their eye’s locked upon one another in the instance of war and the struggle to survive. To my dad’s utter amazement, the enemy soldier silently made the sign of the cross on his own forehead, and put his finger to his lips as if to say; “Be still my brother. I shall not betray you.” Almost in that very instant, the enemy soldiers began to move out as silently and as quickly as they had arrived.
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wkj_123
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Well you can’t say that untill you rule out the alien hypothesis. Seems pretty plausible to me. You have an alien civilization perhaps tasked with studying religious in pre-warp societies. They sound a messenger to three little kids in order to draw a crowd for observation. Use high tech instruments to create the optical illusion then study the effects. Why is God the only option? Why not alien scientists?The fact that every witness confirms something MAJOR happened at that exact time and place confirms the supernatural had to be involved in the miracle. There is no other explanation.
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AndrewAxland
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Kinda like the plot of the Twilight Zone episode, “The Monsters are Due on Maple Street”. Worth watching. Great commentary on mass hysteria.Why not alien scientists?
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Rodriguezede
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I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Are we saying that Christ was unable to perform a miracle because he was surrounded by unbelievers? Unwilling, perhaps, but surely not unable.
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wkj_123
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Believe it or not I have never seen the Twilight Zone.
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Roguish
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Well, I perform miracles in Christ’s name (or more accurately: Christ works miracles through me.), and I know that miracles are blocked by the presence of unbelievers. When all present are of good faith, no problems.I’m sorry, I don’t understand. Are we saying that Christ was unable to perform a miracle because he was surrounded by unbelievers? Unwilling, perhaps, but surely not unable.
EDIT: And there’s some scriptural support for what I’m saying too. Here’s Mark 6:5, from the story of Jesus’ visit to his hometown.
He could not do any miracles there, except lay his hands on a few sick people and heal them. (NIV)
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clarkgamble1
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A very lucky man who was fortunate enough to have found a possible fellow Catholic among the enemy soldiers. But I don’t see any real evidence of some supernatural intercession here. Evidence I might tend to accept would be the instantaneous death of all the enemy soldiers from apparent heart attacks.
Tis_Bearself
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That’s a wonderful story. I hope the other man who spared your dad also survived the war and went home to his family.
Of course, there will always be someone like clarkgamble all ready to rain on the parade. Who cares, though.
Of course, there will always be someone like clarkgamble all ready to rain on the parade. Who cares, though.
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