My Forthright Magazine article today does a take-off from a story about a guy who saw Jesus (he was sure about that) and Mary (that one was a maybe; perhaps he needed to check with a priest to see if that was OK) in a pizza tray.

That led to another thought: How is it that such stories about Jesus or Mary (usually it’s her) appearing in some rock or tree or the accumulated gunk of a leaking crack in the concrete of a highway overpass, always seem to make the news?

Two explanations are possible. Continue reading