One day, my family and I went to St. Joseph church in Irish Hills. My dad tried to open the door but it was locked. We all tried to open the door but it wouldn't open. We all got discouraged and were getting ready to go. My Mom loved the church and wouldn't leave it that fast. She then tried one more time, praying, that it would open. She pulled the handle of the door opened. She told my family to come in it is open. My Grandma was so happy. My Mom and everyone walked in and saw a man with a white beard and black priest clothing. He was kneeling in the back praying. My mom went to the alter for 5 seconds then she turned back and the man wasn't there any more. We were all shocked. We love that church so much and we wanted the church to open really bad. We believed that it was St. Joseph or an angel. It was a beautiful day.
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