Miracle of the Sun in Lubbock Texas…from skeptic to believer

This is a true story about the “Miracle of the Sun” in Lubbock, Texas and my conversion to the Catholic faith, but it is also about my wife’s reversion to the Catholic faith.

My wife and I were married in the late 70’s and…sad to say…not even sure in what denomination.  We found a minister open on a holiday weekend (New Year’s eve of all days) who was willing to marry us.  My wife had been baptized a Catholic as an infant, attended Catholic schools, but had fallen away from the faith in her early 20’s.  I was a fallen away Episcopalian. Over the years we worshiped at various churches.

One day in early August, 1988, my wife’s mother called to tell us that “something special” was supposed to take place in Lubbock, Texas on August 15th of that year, and it involved the Blessed Virgin Mary.

For some reason, my wife felt called to go, even though she was not really practicing her faith at the time.  I told her we really could not afford to take the trip, and besides, I had no interest in going anyway.  But she was determined to go, and on August 14th, she took off along with her brother, two cousins, her cousin’s wife (a convert) and two of our children to Lubbock, Texas.  I thought my wife, who was normally very level headed and not prone to sudden whims, was being rather impulsive. What I learned later was, she was desperate to find God (and had begun to wonder if He even existed).

The “something” that was going to happen was supposed to take place on the grounds of St. John Neumann Church in Lubbock, Texas on the Feast of the Assumption (August 15).

At that point in time members of a prayer group at that church were reporting unusual experiences while in prayer.  This included the smell of roses when praying the Rosary (a sign of the presence of the Blessed Mother).  These parishioners included a man named Mike Slate and a woman named Mary Constancio.   They claimed to have received instructions to spread the word of what they had experienced, and to encourage people to come here to Lubbock on the Feast of the Assumption, August 15th for special graces and miracles.  I guess my mother-in-law was one of those who got the word and passed it on to my wife.  My wife just knew she had to be there.

Upon my wife’s return home from Lubbock on August 16th,  I could sense something very different in her….but, clueless as I often am…could not figure out what it was.  Finally, a few days later she related the events of that day.


Here is her account of that eventful day: August 15, 1988 in Lubbock, Texas

A large crowd had gathered outside Saint John Neumann Church on that very hot August afternoon on the Feast of the Assumption.  Mass was being said in the afternoon, and around the time of the Consecration, suddenly her cousin’s wife (a convert, if you remember) said “look at the sun”.  When she did,  the sun was pulsating, it would look like it was coming down to earth and then go back again, it spun around in circles, much the same as what took place in Fatima in 1917….and changed colors.  She looked at it directly for 15 minutes or so without any damage to her eyes..  As my wife looked around, the people in the crowd seemed to be bathed in various colors.  During all this my wife even saw The Blessed Mother.  The Blessed Mother was extending her arms in what appeared to be a welcoming gesture.

But not everyone had the same experience that day:  her cousin’s wife and our son saw and believed instantly, but her cousin and brother saw nothing at all .  Why did some see these events and others did not? We don’t know….not enough faith?  Or perhaps they had enough faith, and they didn’t need a sign!

There was actually a collection taken up that day, and our son….who was (and still is) pretty frugal…opened up his wallet and gave all that he had.  Talk about miracles!

What happened after that:

Now, first, you have to understand that my wife is a very no-nonsense person with both feet on the ground and not at all prone to exaggeration or letting her emotions run away with her (me, on the other hand, I cry at the end of “it’s a Wonderful Life”).  So when she related these events to me, I readily accepted her story and knew it was the truth.  As I mentioned earlier, my wife is not prone to exaggeration…she is pretty much a black-and-white person.  She had absolutely no doubt….and neither did I.

She became more devoted to the Blessed Mother….praying the rosary daily and reading anything she could get her hands on about the history of Mariology.  She had been raised Catholic and gone to Catholic schools, but that had faded away up until now.  If you have ever been close to someone going through a religious conversion(in this case it was a re-version) to the Catholic faith, it can sometimes be a bit frightening…often times you feel like that person is growing apart from you.

I’d been raised in the Episcopal Church,  attending only on Christmas and Easter.  And I was certainly never going to become Catholic.  In fact, the Episcopal church I attended as a child was “low church”…no “smells and bells”, just a plain cross over the altar, and we only heard of Mary mostly at Christmas.

But there was no doubting my wife’s sincerity, so I had to investigate the Catholic Church more.

The story continues with some amazing twists and turns.….but I will leave that for another time, other than to say that I did become Catholic as a result of an event that I never attended…but sure wish I had!

Of course, skeptics won’t believe this….even the Bishop refused to believe it…..but there are many people who were there that day who will tell you otherwise..And most of them were changed forever by this event.

Post note:  My wife’s cousin who was with her in Lubbock August 15th, 1988, died from AIDS  a couple of years later.  But before dying he requested a priest to hear his confession and he received Last Rites….a unique blessing.



If you were there that day, we would love you to share your story with us and our readers….just send us an email.


Further reading (links open in a new window):

Chicago Tribune (written the day before the miracle)

Los Angeles Times

People Magazine

The Deacon’s Bench








10 thoughts on “Miracle of the Sun in Lubbock Texas…from skeptic to believer”

  1. my husband was there 1988 Nonbeliever and then wanted to convert Catholicism after seeing the sun miracle he told me the story, but I confused. I think he want get married with me, but is happened Miracle of the sun again on August 6/2017 at 6pm I saw from my real eyes with noglasses!AveMaria!

  2. I was 29 when I was there. I traveled from Bedford Texas with a friend and his mother. I remember people on blankets praying the rosary in English and Spanish. Suddenly people were screaming and crying up at the sky. I saw the sun moving and spinning in the sky I could stare right at the sun and did so for maybe close to 30 minutes. I could not believe what I was seeing. Around us people were seeing Mary or Jesus and I looked but did not see. In our drive home I learned my friend’s mother had seen Mary and Jesus. For weeks after the event, I would try to look at the sun and could not do it. I know what I saw. I know it was a miracle and I feel blessed to have witnessed this. I’ve told very few people. I don’t think they believed me, even though they were Catholic.

  3. Hello,

    I was there with my mother and two uncles as a 13 year old kid. I turned 50 recently & have shared my experiences with my 2 teenagers and only my closest friends. It wasn’t until 2.5 years ago that I started to create a relationship with Christ and while doing so, felt compelled to hunt down as much information as possible that surrounded this experience.

    The part about different people witnessing different things is very true. I stood next to a man who took a picture with his Poloroid camera. The picture that came out was of a large door that was half way open. He became overwhelmed with emotion after seeing it and ran off to show someone. I saw the door in the picture, but not in the sky.

    That day I noticed the sun had what appeared to be a large oval shaped contact lense covering it, almost as if it was placed there for protection. That evening I observed the stars and moon to be a dark red. My mother and others saw a tear drop from a statue, but I did not. This sort of stuff went on all day long. Over the years I have tried to make excuses for what I saw because I didn’t understand it, nor did I even believe it was real. The whole thing felt like a UFO story. The sun didn’t radiate a spectrum of colors “to me” but like I mentioned, I was able to look at it with ease for as long as I wanted. I can still see it in my memory

    I don’t know how many other people are alive from 1988, as there seemed to be mostly “old” people that were there; or children in strollers. But it burdens me to think that I might be one of only a few hundred that aren’t so up in years that someone may actually believe me.

    Anyways, I hope my experience offers some sort of insight that you or someone you know may find helpful.

    Take care,

    Greg Nino

  4. I was just a child then approximately 10 years old, I saw the clouds open and then a stairway and doves flying around. The sun was beating and I wasn’t sure if it was because my heart was beating so loud in my chest that it made my eyes bounce or if the sun was really moving.


  5. I my wife and my daughter and 40 members of our church from El Paso , Texas were there that blessed day, and we ldid see miracle of the sun. Back home they were daughters, and even the priest, that encourages to go do not believe us.

    • It is often difficult for others to believe….not sure why. I guess people have a hard time accepting miracles in the current age, although they seem to be OK with apparitions like Fatima, where the miracle of the sun also was seen by hundreds.

  6. Hello there, my name is Jovan Johnson. I was present at the St.John Newman’s Catholic Church in August of 1988 for the feast of the assumption for our Blessed Mother Mary. I was only 10 years old at the time that I went on this church retreat with my Mother, following a tragedy I witnessed at the hand’s of my Mother’s boyfriend. He committed suicide right in front of me, and told me to look as he did it. After this tragic occurrence, the Holy Cross Catholic church that my Mother devoted her life to advised her to go and take me on this church retreat. They felt that this could help heal our anguish and bring peace back into our lives. What I witnessed that weekend thirty-four years ago, solidified my faith in the Holy Mother Mary for the rest of my life! My Mother Angie, took a few Polaroid pictures that I still have to this day, and keep locked away in my safe. I also self published a book after my mother’s passing about her life, and wrote about the miracles in the sky we saw. I would be more than grateful to share my story with you and share the message I received from the Virgin Mary, as well as what was in those apparitions my Mother was able to capture in photos. Thank you in advance for your time and look forward to hearing from you.

    Best Regards,


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