One summer night Rita Ratchen was driving down Ohio Route 12 when an image of Jesus hove into view on the side of a soybean-oil storage tank. She thought someone had painted it, but as she drew closer the figure disappeared. "My hands come off the wheel," she recalls. "I just crossed my arms over my heart, and I said, 'Oh, my Lord, my God.' " It was a lucky thing she had just bought a new Ford Taurus, she thinks now, because its alignment held her on the road those treacherous few seconds it took to compose herself. This was...
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