I suppose it's time for me to post my story on why I'm still a Christian, because with my recent posts on my interpretations of the bible I think
people are beginning to assume that I'm the anti-Christ. The following account is completely true, and is the reason that I am a Christian and have
no doubt that it is the correct religion to follow.
I have always told my friends and family about this, and have shared it at only one
. I decided to edit this version since there were some grammatical errors and to be more clear on what happened.
When I was 7 years old, shortly after my mother and father had divorced each other, my father was driving my younger brother and I back from my
grandfathers house on Christmas Eve 1996. We were in San Antonio on Huebner road when we came upon the most amazing nativity scene on the right hand
side of the road, complete with living animals and real people. They were in dress that you would see from the time, cloaks and what not, and some of
the animals rested while others stood/walked. The roof of the manger was thatched and there was hay that blanketed the ground inside. It was
extraordinary, and there was a soft glowing light emanating from within the manger of which we could not see the source.
The manger was so beautiful and unique that as we passed it my dad and I could not take our eyes off of it and kept telling each other how amazing it
looked. Even though it was a extraordinary sight, we did not think even once that it was any more than an extravagant church display as we drove by.
My brother, who had been laying down asleep across the back seat, awoke asking what we were looking at (he could not see since he was laying down).
There was a turn in the road ahead of us and as he got up to look back at the manger he said that he could only see the light from it and begged us to
turn around and go back. It was very late in the night and I was very tired (I also wanted to get home before Santa did, of course). Being the spoiled
kid I was pleaded to my dad for us not to turn around and that it was too bad that my brother missed it. However my dad decided to turn around and let
my brother see the nativity scene since it had amazed us so greatly.
We turned around within no more than 20 seconds of taking the turn and headed back down the same road that we had been on, now heading the opposite
way that we had been traveling. When we came around the turn again and upon the area where the manger had been (now on the left side of the road)
there was only a clearing in the woods where the manger had sat less than a minute before. Nothing was there. There was no longer any glowing light,
animals, people, or manger, but only a small clearing in the woods along the side of the road. There was no hay on the ground either, where no more
than a moment ago the entire ground had been entirely blanketed with hay. The first thing that my dad said was "Boys, we just saw a miracle!" I
remember getting chills up my spine when he said that. I could hardly believe what had happened while my brother was amazed but also very upset at the
same time because he only got to see a part of it. It truly was a miracle, and I have remembered and thought about it regularly for the past 11 years
of my life.
My dad, brother, and I all recall this miracle almost exactly the same, with the exception that my dad recalls the people waving at us as we drove by.
However I only remember a few of them watching us very peacefully as we drove by.