A fiberglass statue of Christ that washed up on a sandbar in the Rio Grande three weeks ago is attracting scores of devout pilgrims to a police department lost-and-found and being hailed as a miracle.
If anything is, my daughters are a miracle. Not junk washing up on a crummy beach. If anything, this is an insult to the idea of “miracle.” Whatever happened to the good old days of the Blessed Virgin appearing in the swirls of a marble bundt cake? Help me out here.