Paying witness
Since I had all of last week off school for Thanksgiving, my family came out here to California to visit, and we did some traveling. On Thursday morning, we stopped by Các Thánh Tử Đạo Việt Nam Parish near Sacramento. We heard from a waitress the night before that a statue of the Virgin Mary outside the church was crying tears of blood, so we went to witness the event and pray the Rosary.
Initially, the stream of tears was very faint, slightly reddish, and somewhat short. While Mass was being celebrated inside, though, the stream of tears became very distinct, and it stretched all the way to her feet. Once we made our way to the right side of the crowd, we could see the stream of tears starting from her left eye, running down her cheek, and dripping onto her chest.
Of course I’m not someone to know whether the blood was real or not. A man who was keeping cars from entering the already-full parking lot in front of the church remarked to a visitor that no one knew yet whether the tears were real, but we don’t dare say. Either way, a miracle is defined as an event that deepens our faith, and that’s clearly what this event is doing for us. It is a bit frightening that the tears seem to be of blood, though.