Dr. Almeida Garrett was a respected professor in the University of Coimbra in Portugal.
An atheist. A skeptic. A man of science.
He believed in reason, not miracles.
Until October 13, 1917, the day the sun danced at Fatima.
The Scientist who became a witness - a 🧵✝️
Garrett was a professor professor of natural sciences at the University of Coimbra.
Brilliant. Rational. Coldly scientific.
He mocked religion and dismissed the supernatural as superstition.
When reports of Marian apparitions in Fatima spread, he laughed. Until he decided to investigate for himself.
On October 13, 1917, tens of thousands gathered in the Cova da Iria.
Rain poured. Mud everywhere.
Crowds of peasants, believers, skeptics, journalists, even Freemasons.
The children said: “Our Lady will perform a miracle so that all may believe.”
Garrett wanted to witness this “fraud” firsthand.
Then, at noon, the rain stopped. Clouds parted.
The sun began to spin.
It changed colors, green, red, violet.
It zig-zagged across the sky.
The crowd screamed in terror, thinking the world was ending.
Even Garrett was struck silent.
Garrett wrote himself:
"It must have been 1:30 P.M. when there arose, at the exact spot where the children were, a column of smoke, thin, fine and bluish, which extended up to perhaps two meters above their heads, and evaporated at that height. This phenomenon, perfectly visible to the naked eye, lasted for a few seconds. Not having noted how long it had lasted, I cannot say whether it was more or less than a minute. The smoke dissipated abruptly, and after some time, it came back to occur a second time, then a third time
The sky, which had been overcast all day, suddenly cleared; the rain stopped and it looked as if the sun were about to fill with light the countryside that the wintery morning had made so gloomy. I was looking at the spot of the apparitions in a serene, if cold, expectation of something happening and with diminishing curiosity because a long time had passed without anything to excite my attention. The sun, a few moments before, had broken through the thick layer of clouds which hid it and now shone clearly and intensely.
Suddenly I heard the uproar of thousands of voices, and I saw the whole multitude spread out in that vast space at my feet...turn their backs to that spot where, until then, all their expectations had been focused, and look at the sun on the other side. I turned around, too, toward the point commanding their gaze and I could see the sun, like a very clear disc, with its sharp edge, which gleamed without hurting the sight. It could not be confused with the sun seen through a fog (there was no fog at that moment), for it was neither veiled nor dim. At Fatima, it kept its light and heat, and stood out clearly in the sky, with a sharp edge, like a large gaming table. The most astonishing thing was to be able to stare at the solar disc for a long time, brilliant with light and heat, without hurting the eyes or damaging the retina. [During this time], the sun's disc did not remain immobile, it had a giddy motion, [but] not like the twinkling of a star in all its brilliance for it spun round upon itself in a mad whirl.
During the solar phenomenon, which I have just described, there were also changes of color in the atmosphere. Looking at the sun, I noticed that everything was becoming darkened. I looked first at the nearest objects and then extended my glance further afield as far as the horizon. I saw everything had assumed an amethyst color. Objects around me, the sky and the atmosphere, were of the same color. Everything both near and far had changed, taking on the color of old yellow damask. People looked as if they were suffering from jaundice and I recall a sensation of amusement at seeing them look so ugly and unattractive. My own hand was the same color.
Then, suddenly, one heard a clamor, a cry of anguish breaking from all the people. The sun, whirling wildly, seemed all at once to loosen itself from the firmament and, blood red, advance threateningly upon the earth as if to crush us with its huge and fiery weight. The sensation during those moments was truly terrible.
All the phenomena which I have described were observed by me in a calm and serene state of mind without any emotional disturbance. It is for others to interpret and explain them. Finally, I must declare that never, before or after October 13 [1917], have I observed similar atmospheric or solar phenomena."
Professor Almeida Garrett's full account may be found in Novos Documentos de Fatima (Loyala editions, San Paulo, 1984)
But there was more.
When the crowd had arrived, they were drenched in rain, standing in mud. When the sun finished its “dance,” every cloak, every garment, even the ground itself was suddenly dry.
A double miracle. No scientist could explain it.
Not even Garrett.
The miracle was so intense that he declared in his writtings: "Finally, I must declare that never, before or after October 13 [1917], have I observed similar atmospheric or solar phenomena."
He had denied the supernatural.
Now, he was a witness to it.
The Miracle of the Sun at Fatima was seen by 70,000 people.
Atheists, journalists, government officials, believers and skeptics alike.
Dr. Almeida Garrett came as a scoffer.
He left as a witness.
A scientist silenced by Our Lady.
Our Lady of Fatima, pray for us!
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Once he pierced the side of Christ.
Blood and water flowed, and his blind eyes were healed.
"Truly this was the Son of God", he said.
From executioner to disciple, from soldier to martyr.
This is the life of St. Longinus, the roman centurion who became a saint - a 🧵
He was the Roman centurion stationed on Calvary.
Cold. Hardened. Carrying out orders of execution.
When Christ breathed His last, Longinus raised his spear.
Longinus had seen many men die in battle, but none like this. The man on the cross before him, Jesus of Nazareth, bore suffering not with curses or screams, but with divine serenity.
As the sky darkened at midday, and a terrible quake split the very rocks, something beyond mortal power was unfolding.
He pierced the side of the Crucified. Blood and water flowed.
It touched his failing eyes, and the soldier’s blindness was healed.
Grace struck deeper than the spear. The executioner became the witness: “Truly this was the Son of God.” (Mt 27,54)