There was a large Crucifix on the back wall of the Church. Many in the parish had a great devotion to Our Crucified Lord and paid homage to Him on this Crucifix. But on this particular evening, they were coming to the close of the mission, and so the attention was not on the Crucifix, but on the priests, who were giving their last teachings.

Suddenly a child in the front of the church cried out, "Father, the Holy Christ is moving. The Holy Christ is looking at me." Everyone looked at the child incredulously, and then looked up at the Crucifix. Then, from another part of the Church, another child cried out; and then another. Pretty soon, all the adults in the Church were clamoring, some in awe, others in fear. Some were able to see the living Christ on the Cross. The murmuring spread throughout the church: What could it be? Is it the end of the world? Is Jesus here to punish us for our sins? The reported expressions on Jesus' face varied. Some said He looked at them with such love. Others said He was terribly angry with them. But they were all of one mind: Instead of a dead Jesus on the Cross, Jesus was alive, and He was sorrowfully suffering the Passion.