In this world of science, of rationalism, and of cold mathematical conclusions, miracles have no place, no raison de etre, because frankly no one finds them worthy of attention, of belief. And yet that they should persist in happening, that they should so mock the determination of Man to ignore their presence, to become more practical rather then believe in figments of imagination, to believe in what can be explained intelligibly rather than try to associate events with some far-away divinity, is a testament to their tenacity, to their propensity to persevere in their zeal to be a part of our lives.
Medical practitioners and scientists oft say that miracles rob them of most of their glory. People thank God and His angels with more emotion than the hapless doctor who might have slaved over the patient for nearly 6 hours in a sweaty operation hall. Scientists work like beasts of burden in dark, smelly laboratories for weeks, forgetting that a world exists beyond the walls of the edifice, and when they come up with some great invention or discovery, the adjective most likely to be associated with it would be "miraculous".
And yet, there is somewhere in our hearts an emotion that even when we feel and somehow come to believe that a particular task is unachievable, it invariably is achieved successfully. Miracles aren't just acts of divinity; they are the small things that make our existence worthwhile. So when someone just averts an accident because a friend called out to him, that is a miracle. The smile of a baby, gurgling away to glory, with its beautiful eyes watching you, is a miracle.
Motherhood is a miracle, the very act exemplified in those nine months when life is created within another life, the twain joined together for life in a bond unbreakable even by God. And to see a baby walk, to clutch its tiny fingers, to hold it in your arms, and watch it go to sleep, slowly and sure in the fact that it is safe in your arms, is a miracle.
I can imagine how Millie McDonaugh's parents must feel now. Millie was born after a 22-week pregnancy, that is around 4 months premature. Her doctor gave her a 1 pc chance of recovery, and one doesn't have to be a PhD. in mathematics and statistics to know that it's a chance as slim as nothing at all. But Millie survived; she fought the odds, and now is much better. And that is a miracle, if not anything else.
Baby beats 100 to 1 survival odds
4 comments:
Good to see life's victory over death. "Miracles" of these kind do make you feel good, to know something good is happening somewhere to someone.
Here's wishing Millie robust health and a very happy life.
As for your take on miracles - I feel the word miracle is often associated with events that are far beyond the comprehension of the normal human-being! Be it the discovery of a new molecule or the genesis of new life, they will be deemed miraculous. It has become more synonymous with "assiduous breakthroughs".
God knows how you write so well! It indeed is miraculous!!! (Kya karein, I didn't want to give you credit for your writing!)
Thank you, Adi for your compliment, and yes, it must be attributed to divine providence only. We are but actors in the great stage of life, acting out parts written by someone else.
Miracles are a part & parcel of our lives,no matter whether or not man accepts them.Those are God's ways of giving surprising us,what say?:-))
Hope Millie has a 100 years of healthy,peaceful & prosperous life!!!
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