The Ascension of the Lord
If that isn’t enough, their experiences were not the result of any known pious devotion or ritual. It didn’t happen at the highpoint of a liturgy. It wasn’t in the middle of Eucharistic adoration. It wasn’t even in the sanctuary of a grand cathedral. It happened in a small cove in the side of a mountain near Fatima. A rather incredible story, you might think. Or maybe not.
Consider the sickly and academically challenged little girl Bernadette Soubirous, the peasant Juan Diego in the desert of present day Mexico or the shepherds on the hillside keeping their silent watch. All simple folks far removed from the trappings we typically associate with divinity. It seems to be true that God’s best resource for divine revelation is still the little children and the child-like, the simple of heart. What is hidden from the learned and scholarly can still be revealed through the wonder of those who experience life in ways other than books.
I think the Shakers were on to something: “Tis a gift to be . . .”