The road is dusty, winding and tortuous, but every Wednesday and Sunday several hundred people turn off the smooth concrete of Route 142 near Anaheim, Calif., and bump their way upward to the oak-studded hills of Carbon Canyon. They assemble themselves on folding chairs formed in a semicircle in a glade near the top of the Hill of Hope, and there await the Miracle of St. Joseph. They are never disappointed. At 10:30 a.m., a stocky woman with soft gray hair and intense brown eyes walks quietly in front of a modest pedestal holding a small statue of St. Joseph...
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