Archive for October, 2013

What a Miracle Looks Like

October 24, 2013 Leave a comment

What is a miracle? I really wanted to know.

1 : an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs

This week I have been thinking about miracles. When I think of miracles, I always think of Jesus first. Jesus performed many miracles when He walked the earth in physical form. He healed the sick, raised the dead. He touched people and they were made whole. He created a banquet with loaves of bread and a couple of fish, and all were satisfied.

That was then; this is now, you say.

Are miracles events that only religious people subscribe to? Merriam-Webster provides a second definition for the word miracle: 2 : an extremely outstanding or unusual event, thing, or accomplishment.

How does this story stand up to either dictionary definition?

A young boy is knocked off his bike by a driver who was driving too fast. The paramedics who attended to the boy on the side of the road worked feverishly to treat his injuries and stabilize his condition for transport to the hospital. Because of the serious head trauma he suffered, the doctors put the boy into an induced coma while they treated the swelling to his brain. His parents stayed at the hospital by day and night, hoping the boy would recover, but it didn’t look good.

When I heard about the accident in June, I put the boy’s name on my prayer list even though I did not know him personally. Countless others prayed, too, I imagine. By August, not only had the boy had been released from the hospital but he had also resumed many of his former activities. The grateful parents thanked the doctors, hospital staff and all who supported them during this grave crisis. They had almost lost their precious son.

Later, as the boy’s father related the story of this dark, frightening experience, he commented, “If I believed in miracles, this might have been one.”

Was it luck or coincidence? Was it the skill of the medical staff that saved the boy? Or was it a miracle?

Glad I Don’t Drink Coffee

October 15, 2013 Leave a comment

Bent in front of a display of large cans of coffee, a female visitor was taking a picture of the sign that advertised an in-store ‘special’. Straightening up she seemed a bit embarrassed when she saw me standing there looking at her with a wry smile (just wanted to use that word). She couldn’t believe that price.

“In New York, the price would be $7,” she told me. Hopefully, she was exaggerating.

Why is it so expensive? she wanted to know.

If I stopped to answer that question every time I saw an overpriced item in a grocery store, boutique, shoe store, or pharmacy, I’d never get my shopping done at all.

Catching herself from griping anymore about my country, she offered this compliment: “But it is so beautiful here.”

Well, you can’t pay these prices and live in an ugly place!

The price of beauty.

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