Commentaries by Cynthia

If I continue along this mystical path, I believe I will change the bi-line of this site from “A blog about Life, Love, God, John Lennon, and Taking Up for the Underdog” to “Commentaries by Cynthia – Newspaper Employee by Day and Mystic by Night.”

Last Friday, a friend and I set out for a five-hour drive to the coast. Somewhere about halfway there, a stillness settled over me, then something told me to look up at the sky. Well, ladies and gentlemen, I saw in perfection a profile of Jesus himself. My mouth fell open as I instinctively reached for my friend, patting her knee and exclaiming, “Look, there is Jesus in the clouds!”

She looked at me as if I were crazy, then turned her attention to the sky. “Where? I don’t see him.”

Then I pointed to the cloud and outlined his profile with my finger. “He’s right there,” I insisted.

Two seconds later, I heard my friend say, “Oh, my God. I see him, too! I didn’t at first, but I do now.”

We watched the sky in silence for a few more moments, then the clouds dissolved into seemingly unrecognizable forms. Regretfully, neither of us thought to pick up a camera and capture the fleeting image for future reflection and/or validation.

The next few minutes we would discuss the “why” of the event. One theory is that I’d prayed for a safe trip to and from the beach, so Jesus was letting me know that he’d heard my prayer and was watching out for us. On a bigger, more universal scale, perhaps Jesus has always been with us; he’s just choosing to make his presence more apparent because it is time and humanity has asked for it.