This is the kind of crap that frustrates me with believers. God is great because he (supposedly) helped someone find a misplaced wallet. Yet, there are hundreds/thousands of Christian kids wasting away in hospital beds, hundreds/thousands of Christian adults being beaten by their spouses, etc. It's quite clear they're looking for something, anything to reaffirm their faith in the face of overwhelming evidence of an apathetic reality, so they attribute the miraculous to the mundane.
At least Linus' blanket was real.
At least Linus' blanket was real.
"I was thirsty for everything, but blood wasn't my style" - Live, "Voodoo Lady"
