He sighed from the depth of his spirit and said, “Why does this generation seek a sign? Amen, I say to you, no sign will be given to this generation.” Mk 8:12
The Pharisees were testing him. They did not believe him and did not wish to believe him. They probably would not have accepted a sign anyway. So he gave them no sign and left them.
Early in my days as a convert to the Catholic faith, I had no desire to learn about saints. A wise friend gave me the book, The Story of a Soul, the autobiography by St. Therese of Lisieux. The book is divided into 3 sections. By the time I got to the 2nd part, I knew I loved St. Therese.
But “communion of saints” was very new to me, so I asked for roses from her as a sign that she was present in my life. And every time I asked her, I got one or more roses.
Still, I thought I was just imagining things.
And then came Hurricane Charlie. We lived in a mobile home at the time not far from the beach so we were evacuated and had to go to our son’s home. When it was safe, we returned to see if our home was still standing. Not only was it standing, but in the tiny garden we had, in the middle of some broken up plants and debris that had blown into our yard, stood one perfect rose.
I have never asked for signs from St. Therese again.