Meisha Johnson, 43, was drawn to her knees more than a decade ago by a voice she couldn’t name but knew she had to obey. It happened one afternoon while vacuuming in Blain; her living room was engulfed in a mysterious and palpable light. An inaudible voice or prompting told her to get on her knees and pray. As she obeyed, glancing outside the window, Johnson saw two large and vibrant suns side by side, suspended in the sky.
