I got them all beat.
A giant patch of my lawn turned brown and died over the summer, at which time the Archangel Michael made his presence known:
|Never one to appreciate a sign from God, I sprinkled some of that blue grass seed right over my miracle.|
"It's Blue from Blue's Clues!"
I'm going with the idea that God is rewarding my twisted sense of humor and prodigious ability to grow grass (the lawn kind, not the illegal kind).
Or Jesus may just be a Nickelodeon fan.