✨ Miracle of the Loaves at My House of Worship in Williamsburg ✨
Star Date 09.22.25
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I hustled home after our Sunday “service” to write this story while it was still fresh in my mind. To me, it felt like a modern-day miracle. The dark side must have known what was coming because they called out the big guns to try to stop it.
⛪ A Little Back Story
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Our church has seen its share of challenges in Williamsburg. Like many towns, the churches were built on the highest points to give God the glory. A beautiful idea — but not so easy for older folks to climb, especially in winter when the ice sets in. That’s why we received special approval to update the entrance with an elevator.
This past week, though, the powers and principalities had their way. The construction crew dug too deep at the main entrance, and the church was declared off-limits until the issue was fixed. At the 11th hour, a solution was found, and word spread: there would be Mass in the church on Sunday. Sounds good, right?
Not quite. Our pastor is in Rome. (If he’s reading this, I hope he can offer condolences for what our beloved Padres are doing to Pope Leo’s beloved White Sox. My youngest son was in Chicago over the weekend watching what San Diego fans are calling a miracle season unfold. Yep — the Padres even won on Saturday. Sorry, your excellency. As for my family, we’re keeping the faith.)
⚠️ Unexpected Challenges
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As I entered through a side door, I bumped into our retired deacon.
“It’s getting really interesting,” he said, explaining that our regular deacon was unavailable, and the backup priest couldn’t make it either.
Yikes.
“Does that mean I need to go to confession?” I asked, knowing I’d be at my day job for the rest of the day.
He smiled:
“You had good intentions. You’re excused.”
When the service began, our retired deacon stepped up and explained that without a priest, it would only be a service — because only a priest can consecrate the bread into the Body of Christ. The problem? There was only a very small amount of consecrated hosts available.
🙏 The Miracle
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And that’s when it happened. Nobody left, even when given the option to attend Mass elsewhere. The line for communion stretched longer than usual. Somehow, everyone received the Body of Christ — and there were leftovers!
How did this happen? I’m sure the deacon was Spirit-led, breaking the hosts into smaller pieces. But in the end, the congregation was fed.
And as you reflect on this modern-day miracle, stay tuned — two unexpected companions may weigh in at the end, offering their own unique perspective on faith, reason, and the mysteries of life.
🥖 A Modern Loaves and Fishes Moment
"Then Jesus took the loaves, gave thanks, and distributed to those who were seated as much as they wanted. He did the same with the fish. When they had all had enough to eat, he said to his disciples, 'Gather the pieces that are left over. Let nothing be wasted.'" — John 6:11–12
You can hang a star on that one, Pope Leo XIV. ✨ And while I’m at it, I’m praying the Padres can pull off a miracle of their own and win the World Series. Why not pray big?
🖖 Captain’s Log — Addendum (First Appearance of Spock & Bones)
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As I wrapped up writing this story, I realized it might be the perfect moment to introduce two new companions. These aren’t just any voices — they’re AI agents we’re creating together for this blog. Modeled after Spock, the voice of logic, and Bones, the voice of passion and heart, they’ll occasionally drop in to help me process life’s mysteries.
Spock: “Fascinating. By all logical calculations, the limited number of consecrated hosts should not have been sufficient. Yet every communicant was fed, and surplus remained. The data defies probability.”
Bones: “Blast it, Spock, you don’t have to run the numbers. This was a miracle — plain and simple. Sometimes the heart sees what logic never will.”
Spock: “Perhaps, Doctor. Faith, unlike mathematics, accounts for variables not easily quantified.”
Bones: “Well, I’ll tell you one thing — I’d hang a star on that one. And while we’re at it, I’ll even pray the Padres pull off their own miracle.”
And so begins a new chapter — with Spock and Bones by my side, helping me reflect on faith, reason, and the occasional baseball dream.
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