Maybe that's putting too fine a point on it. Perhaps a more spiritual person would say, "Yes, Jim, that's EXACTLY what a sign from God is. You just have to be open enough to receive it." Regardless, I want to relay this very brief story to you and allow you to interpret it as you wish.
You don't need to go all the way back to the beginning to understand the genesis of the story. If you wish to, however, it is >>HERE<<.
Emma auditioned for a talent show. She sang "Defying Gravity". She sang it alone in front of teachers and classmates, and my wife and I snuck in to listen, and it was good.
You don't need to understand that she didn't make it. But she didn't. That was >>HERE<<.
We were so proud of her for trying; so proud of her for how she handled her disappointment. (pretty proud of myself of properly using a semicolon)
You don't need to even know that Emma learned she was NEXT on the list of students to be included in the talent show, and that if any of them were unable to participate SHE would be included. Nor do you need to be aware that within days of learning that, ductwork fell on a group of students in her class while they ate lunch in the cafeteria and I tongue-in-cheek implied that the Lord might be clearing the way for her subsequent participation. >>HERE<<.
What happened Saturday was different.
My wife took Emma and a friend to Saturday Mass. The kids both had dance practice the following day, so they figured if they went Saturday night they could clear their schedules a little and focus on dancing and a play date later that afternoon.
They had already
Priest: The Peace of the Lord be with you always.At this point in the service my wife and daughter exchanged a kiss and said, "peace be with you" and my daughter and her friend exchanged hugs and said, "peace be with you."
All: And also with you.
Priest: Let us offer each other a sign of peace.
And then a man behind Emma put his hands on her shoulder and said this to her, "Don't ever give up on your singing. You have a gift."
My wife hadn't really even noticed Emma singing. The man was a stranger to her. The Catholic church we attend has membership in the thousands. At first she thought perhaps this man had been a judge for the talent show, a member of the faculty who had heard her sing at school. He wasn't. Emma had never seen him before.
"Don't ever give up on your singing," the stranger told her in church that day, "you have a gift."
I don't believe in signs. . . but. . . come ON!