I strolled along a walking path through the park after Easter Sunday church service. Children were playing on the new grass, and the heady scents of Spring were in the air. What a wonderful day for an Easter Sunday! I thought, pausing to watch, to take it all in. Then, mysteriously, for the sky had been absolutely clear, a dark cloud rolled across the heavens, darkening the park. For a few moments the laughter of the children vanished, replaced by a strange, almost dreadful silence. Then, just as mysteriously, the cloud dissolved in a dazzling display of sunlight, and the day again was filled with magic and enchantment. The children resumed their laughter, while they, myself, and everyone else outdoor that day looked skyward to see-- What was it we saw? I can't say for certain, but can only hope. A beautiful ball of light appeared in the west and soared overhead in a golden display of silent movement. And was it my imagination (no one else seemed to hear!), or was it real, those deep, vibrant words I heard (or imagined): "This is my Beloved Son, in Whom I am well pleased."
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