THE MIRACLE OF THE STORM – OUR LADY & THE SINGING NUNS ON CROSS MOUNTAIN WHO DISAPPEARED
Randall Sullivan is a former agnostic, raised by atheists, an Ivy Leaguer, and was a contributing editor to Rolling Stone for over twenty years. He is also the author the great book about Medjugorje The Miracle Detective,
Do miracles really exist? Or is there a logical explanation to the seemingly inexplicable?
While travelling in Medjugorje, Mr. Sullivan saw an inexplicable vision on Cross Mountain during a violent thunder and lightning storm.
It changed his life, and he is convinced it was a miracle. Mr. Sullivan took a moment out of his busy schedule to talk with Mystic Post about that “Inexplicable vision that changed his life”
Randall Sullivan: “The “vision” referred to is the experience I described taking place during my first climb up Cross Mountain after interviewing Medjugorje Visionary Mirjana. The interview ended in a bit of a “spat”. She basically threw me out of her house.
Finding myself with time on my hands, I headed to Cross Mountain. It was a blistering hot day. It was so hot nobody was crazy enough to climb the mountain that afternoon, so I found myself alone.
Making my way up the mountain I was quickly engulfed and terrified by the strangest and most focused thunderstorm I’ve ever seen or heard about. Lighting was so intense and close I could feel the heat. I thought “well if there is a God, I guess this is my time.”
Strangely, as the storm raged, I then heard a sound of French voices singing. I continued up the mountain on very shaky legs, led by the beautiful song. I then came upon a group of nuns kneeling in the mud at a station of the cross.
As they knelt the thunder and lightning continued to cascade around us. Then suddenly I felt compelled to go down on my knees to pray myself for the first time in my life.
After a few moments of prayer I continued up the mountain with the nuns, stopping with them to pray at each station of the cross.
And then on the mountaintop of Cross Mountain I was comforted by a young woman. I was not sure it was one of the nuns. The young woman then laid a cloth over my shoulders and put a hat on my head. The young woman had a special grace when I suddenly I felt this immense sense of peace.
The whole episode, the storm, the singing nuns, my first prayers, was overwhelming. I then closed my eyes to pray for a moment and after opening my eyes again I discovered that the sun was out, the skys had cleared, and the nuns and the young woman were nowhere to be seen.
I could not believe they were gone. I ran back down the mountain and then up again and then down again looking for the nuns, not being able to find them.
I went into town and asked everybody that I could or anyone at the cafes at the bottom of the mountain who had seen any group of nuns on the mountain that day. Nobody had seen the nuns.
I was then confronted by the thought that I might have hallucinated but I quickly came to a decision that I HAD seen what I had seen and that it would be like slapping away God’s hand to deny it.”
