Tell me about your brushes with the Divine

I believe a book should signal the beginning of a conversation, not the end. So I’d like to hear about your brushes with the divine, however you define that word. It might be a moment when you felt the presence of something inexplicable and wondrous, or perhaps when you marveled at the simple bounty that is a good cup of coffee. Tell me about your most memorable moment and I’ll post some of the responses here.