Long before I had four special needs children (That’s right. Four. Another just got an ASD diagnosis.), I loved to read about wonderworkers. I had been the recipient of miracles, and gratitude led me to look into the lives of these people whose lives were sacred spaces that let other people connect with God. Think of Abraham sitting across a table from the three angels. Abraham and Sarah’s household was filled with the kind of hospitality where someone could sit at the table with God. Think of St. Mary Magdalene, holding out an egg to an emperor in a hand that didn’t tremble because she had already seen everything that could be seen of sorrow. To sit at table with her was to sit…