I was 15 years old my parents and I where out in the middle of nowhere Forida, near Horsehoe Beach. There was nothing but forest for miles. We ran out of gas. A big white truck pulled up behind us. A giant black man with the most beautiful face and dressed in spotless white got out of the truck and walked up to my dad's window and said, "Hi, I have three gallons of gasoline for you. It will get you to the next gas station." My dad tried to pay him but he said, "No, God has been very good to me." Then the man got in his truck pulled in front of us and at a certain point - and I cannot explain it for there were no intersections, no driveways, no place for the truck to go - the truck and the man were gone. We did not see another soul until we got to the gas station.
Just a few years ago I entered a church near here. I was early and there was no one in the building but me and an old great schema monk, leaning on a cane. He frightened me. When he looked at me I knew every sin I had ever commtted. Then he floated through the air to me. There were about two inches of air between the monk and the floor.