For a great number of people, it is a sign.
Regardless of one’s religious affiliation or lack thereof, there are events and relationships in life that give us the feeling that they are a part of something bigger.
It is necessary to avoid doubting the things that happen or the difficulties that may come up on the path in order to have faith in God.
Italian photographer Alfredo Lo Brutto recently shared a shot of a figure he had captured in the sky on social media. The figure had a striking resemblance to the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Reaching a height of thirty meters, this magnificent statue is not only the biggest representation of Jesus on the planet but also the highest art deco statue ever created.
Alfredo managed to spark some controversy when he shared the amazing snapshot he had taken over the Tyrrhenian Sea. Some say that the figure is just the clouds with the sun beaming through them, while others think it is divine and a sign from God.
People have expressed different opinions about pictures that have surfaced online before, and this time, there are a sizable number of people on both sides of the debate.
The view enthralled me totally. “I don’t usually post images on social media, but when I took this one, I instantly felt like I wanted other people to see it because it was so beautiful,” Alfredo told Daily Mail. “Since I don’t share many pictures, I don’t share them on social media very often.”
We can all agree that this image is extraordinary because it portrays the beauty of the natural world in which we live, even if you don’t think you can see a picture of Jesus in it.
What position do you occupy? What’s in front of your eyes? Do you believe there may be a connection between this sign and higher powers?
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I’m a second-grade teacher, and some days, my students teach me the most important lessons.
The morning sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting a warm glow on the colorful drawings and neatly arranged desks. But the brightness couldn’t quite chase away the cloud that settled over my second-grade class when Lily walked in, her small face etched with a sadness that seemed too heavy for her young shoulders.
As we began our morning routine, the usual chatter and rustling of papers faded into an uneasy silence. Lily, her voice trembling, announced to the room, “My parents are going to court today. For custody.”
Her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the complexities that even the youngest among us face. “I’m scared they’re going to make me choose,” she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears.
My heart ached for her. I wanted to scoop her up and shield her from the pain, but all I could do was offer a reassuring smile and a gentle hug. “It’s going to be okay, Lily,” I murmured, trying to keep my voice steady. “We’re here for you.”
I gently steered the class towards our morning activity, hoping to provide a brief distraction, a moment of normalcy amidst the turmoil. But the weight of Lily’s words lingered, a quiet undercurrent of worry that permeated the room.
A while later, I noticed Lily huddled near the cubbies, her small frame shaking with sobs. She was tightly embracing another student, a boy named Noah, whose own eyes were filled with tears. Alarmed, I rushed over, fearing something had happened.
But as I approached, I saw a small, crumpled note clutched in Lily’s hand. I gently unfolded it, and my breath caught in my throat. In Noah’s shaky, uneven handwriting, it read:
“Don’t worry. Whatever happens, it’s in God’s hands.”
The simplicity and profound wisdom of those words struck me like a physical blow. Tears welled up in my eyes, and I had to turn away for a moment, overwhelmed by the depth of compassion these two young children displayed.
In that moment, I realized that I wasn’t just teaching these children; they were teaching me. They were showing me the true meaning of empathy, the power of faith, and the unwavering strength of human connection.
Noah, in his innocent understanding, had offered Lily the only comfort he knew, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, there was something bigger than their fears. Lily, in her vulnerability, had allowed herself to be comforted, trusting in the sincerity of her friend’s words.
As I drove home that day, my heart was full, my eyes still damp with tears. I was so proud of the small, loving community we had built in our classroom, a sanctuary where even the most vulnerable felt safe and supported.
These children, barely old enough to tie their own shoes, had shown me that the greatest wisdom often resides in the smallest hearts. They reminded me that even in a world filled with complexity and pain, there is always room for compassion, for faith, and for the unwavering power of love. And that some of the greatest lessons in life, are taught by the ones we least expect.
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