I saw these chains appear all around her. They were covering her from the top of her neck to the bottom of her ankles.

And at the end of each was a demon. And they pulled and twisted the chains in such a way that caused her to slump her head back down.

But that didn't really matter. Because for the very first time in my life, I saw Jesus standing there.

Jesus leaned forward and he kissed her on the forehead.

And the moment that he kissed her on the forehead, every single link in the chain exploded,

like firecrackers. And as the last link in the chain broke, there was this bright flash of white light,

so bright that it completely blinded me. I couldn't see anything.

A priest friend of mine says, he's not the first to say it, that it's a wicked generation that seeks after a sign and a wonder.

And to Dunn will it be given but the sign of Jonah.

But that it's a stupid generation that ignores signs and wonders, you know, and which I think is an important, you know, addendum,

perhaps to that. Absolutely. So even there was a great professor I had, who was a Dante

scholar, who made a point, you know, work on Dante called Dante Poet of the Desert,

that Christians,

maybe this was my extrapolating from his point,

but I think it was basically the point he was making,

that Christians, before were called to activism

or something like that, we're primarily called

to interpret.

You know, we refuse to, so many people refuse to interpret the signs of the times.

You can't say, you know, that we, you know, being physical, but also spiritual, also intellectual

and intellectual and having will, that we, we have to draw meaning out of things and then, you know, act in accord with that.

But I don't know, that doesn't really appeal to our activist age. We always want to be doing something.

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