I’LL GIVE YOU MY HOUSE IF YOU MOVE THAT ROCK — THE OWNER LAUGHED, BUT JESUS LIFTED IT WITH ONE FINGER.
If someone had told me this as a piece of village gossip, I might have thought it was an exaggeration. But it happened under the harsh Mexican sun, on a dirt road on the outskirts of a small town in Oaxaca, in front of dozens of people who just wanted to get home, to school,…
