August 22, 2010 Jimmy Dunne





In Northern California, there’s been another sighting of the Virgin Mary outlined in the bark of a tree.

Thousands of folks (and the press) have been flocking to the small town to walk into the forest and witness this miracle first hand.

I cut my finger a couple days ago.

Within seconds after some bleeding, an army of blood cells raced up to my finger to do the impossible… They glued it together, killed the infection, and built a tent (a scab) over the cut so they could work without any distractions.

The team sewed the skin back together to look as good as new, and then they took their tent down.  No fanfare.  No press.  No tours.

The miracle isn’t what’s on the tree.  It’s the tree.


Jimmy Dunne.

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