Anyone sitting at the bedside of their child gazing at the perfection of that new life, will tell you it’s a miracle – a gift from God. When a parent spends the last few days of their child’s life in a hospital room, they will have many harsh thoughts and sweet hope for that life. They may wonder why God is doing this to their little one. They might feel it’s a punishment for some sin – a cruel joke – an undeserved suffering for that precious soul. Many parents have seen miracles happen in hospital rooms. A tiny infant clinging to life is spared and lives to see another day. Others may not. Both of these situations are miracles.
An old man gasps for his final breath of life. He has lived for more than 90 years and has experienced his share of miracles. Still he hopes that God will spare him from the grip of death. His family surrounds him and prays for another kind of miracle. That he will be relieved of his suffering and taken to heaven. The man survives and lives another ten years. A miracle?
Miracles don’t always include life and death. Sometimes a miracle can be an unexpected happening – like wondering where your next meal will come from and finding a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk – or finding a job when you’ve sent out resume’ after resume’ with no results. A miracle can be finding the person you’ll spend the rest of your life with. It can be a quiet place where you find solace or realizing that by being late, you may have been spared being in an accident. No matter what the case, miracles happen all the time. They happen to everyone – even those who don’t believe in them.
Every day, if you look for them, you’ll see some sort of miracle. It can be the birth of a child – the look of relief on someone’s face when they discover they don’t have cancer – the laughter and innocence of little children at play. For the teen it can mean passing a test. For a parent it can be getting an unexpected bonus. For a widow it can be the gift of a homemade meal and some company. God uses us to facilitate His miracles today. It is through the things we do for others, the love we share, the consideration for life, the every day heroism, that we begin to realize that miracles abound in our lives.
I have a vivid memory of a miracle that occurred when I was about six. My little sister and I were in the bathroom washing our hands for supper. I can still smell the pork chops cooking on the stove. I wanted to show my sister how far back our linen closet went. I crawled in and entered the dark tunnel as she shut the door. Suddenly I felt trapped, enclosed in that tiny space. My short life flashed before my eyes. It didn’t take long. I thought for sure I was going to die in that closet. Mom tried to unlock the bathroom door and couldn’t. My sister was screaming at the top of her lungs. I was too. Mom called the fire department and they were there in what seemed like hours. Just as I felt I was breathing my last, a huge fireman came through the tiny bathroom window, causing my sister to panic even more. My life was spared that day.
Most people would say it was my mom’s quick thinking or just good luck. I say it was a miracle.
“There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.” Albert Einstein