There are few places in the world like Fatima. The presence of the Virgin is so strong there, it can feel like her appearances never stopped. The people who come are so glad to be there, so filled with religious fervor, that it is easy for anyone to be swept up in the emotion. It is a place where believing in miracles is easy. Not believing is the hard thing.
Jim Harrison woke up in bed in his hotel room. When he woke, he had a vague sense of something not being right, but was unsure of what. He rubbed his eyes and looked over at the clock. 3:30 a.m. He was about to roll over and go back to sleep when he saw her. She was not far from the foot of the bed, seeming to float in the air. She was dressed in a white robe and a blue veil, trimmed in gold. On her head she wore a gold crown, and wrapped around her hands was a luminous rosary, made of white pearls.
At first, he wasn’t sure she was really there. He decided to close his eyes and then reopen them slowly. He didn’t know whether he was more afraid that she would be there or that she would be gone. Feeling his heart pounding in his chest, he opened his eyes and found that she remained where she had been, looking at him, with a slight smile on her face.
What to do? What do you say when the Blessed Virgin appears to you? Is there a protocol to follow? Do you speak, or do you wait to be spoken to?
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