Sometimes you have to call poop poop. This story is depressing.
As the mid-day sun beat down, a group of parishioners huddled under a tree looking for shade, but seeking a miracle.
Rosemarie Navarro, a parishioner at a Fresno, California Catholic Church says, “I said my prayer and asked the Lord to give me a miracle cause I’m really, really sick.”
Navarro counts herself among the believers, a small but growing group that thinks the liquid dripping from this Crape Myrtle tree is the tears of God.
But it’s not tears of God, it’s aphid poop.
“The aphides will suck the sap, the sap goes through the aphid and then it is a honey dew excrement from the aphid and it gets so heavy in the summertime that it will drip down,” Reelhorn says.
I get that people are looking for a miracle, for hope. But this is ridiculous. Ignorance of the world around you in exchange for living in a fantasy is not a good strategy for a successful life. My heart breaks for Rosemarie who is sick. There is nothing I could say to her.
Tip: Marcus Sprenkel