As I have stated in previous posts, I have witnessed several miracles. Not only the everyday graces but the major full-blown not-scientifically-verifiable kind.
Continuing with our Greek definitions to amplify our knowledge of truth by going to the source of the word miracle, you can click here to read about the different kinds, according to Biblical sleuth Peggy Overstreet: “There are four primary Greek words translated as miracle: works(ergon), wonders (teras), powers (dunamis), and signs (semeion). These various terms are used because no single term can possibly exhaust all the significance of a miracle. These words do not depict different kinds of miracles. They portray the miracles from different perspectives.”
Eighteen years ago today one of my favorite miracles was born. A dear friend was informed during her first trimester of pregnancy that something was “terribly wrong” with the fetus. The doctors did not know exactly what, only that it was a massive genetic glitch. Learning disabilities were thrown out as a distinct possibility. Body parts might be missing. Out of respect for The Miracle That Is, I will refrain from going into further details. You get the picture. Cue months of agonizing waiting during which many people all over the globe prayed that baby up.
I was forced to examine pretty much all of my beliefs during this period, to hold them up to the light like one does a crystal wineglass, examining it for dings along the rim or unsightly soap spots.
I am happy to report that the baby came out happy, healthy, whole, and intact. He scored an 800 on his math SAT. No mental slouch is he. Congenial to a fault, he cracks up his mother when he exhibits even a scosch of teen spirt. His very presence makes us REJOICE.
My truth for today is that the power of prayer actually works. Magical, mystical, miraculous changes happened in that womb, out of our purview and control. What to do when the power of prayer does not bring us our desired result? Good question. Persistence in prayer is one answer. Acceptance of the reality/truth of the situation is another. Bottom line: each circumstance presents one with an opportunity for growth. This is either a beautiful or a painful truth. The latter just sucks. But somewhere, inside that utter suckiness, there is the knowledge that maybe, just maybe, something so outrageously beautiful will be born, even if all it is is an expanded sense of compassion for your neighbor, a feeling you were not sure your heart was even capable of feeling.
Hot tip for today: Download/stream the musical experience Anthem by the artist Emancipator. It just sounds like the truth.