“There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as everything is a miracle”. Albert Einstein.
I have always been conscious not to weigh in on the infinite debate between atheists and believers. The reason being, it is a debate that could rage on forever. Tempers run high, common decency turns into vicious insults and eventually degrades into a personal war, rather than any form of healthy debate. I won’t only say “Christians” as there are members from almost all religions who have at some time, been asked to prove the existence of their God.
The constant in all the debate about whether there is a God, is being able to provide tangible proof of such an existence.
Being Roman Catholic, I have had to endure numerous lectures and jokes on the stance of the Catholic Church, when it comes to accountability for priests who are guilty of molestation and other heinous acts. I too, have many issues with the sometimes backwards thinking still employed by the powers that be.
Nevertheless, I am and always have been a believer.
In modern day society, what is it that actually constitutes a miracle? Is it a homeless man finding the winning lotto ticket in the trash? Perhaps it’s something bigger, more epic, like a devastating forest fire that is mysteriously blown out by a gust of wind that would otherwise have made the situation ten times worse?
My belief is that miracles occur every day. We are unfortunately all so caught up in our own lives to even notice them when they happen.
Now comes the hard part. How do I explain why I believe in a God, in miracles and the afterlife? I certainly don’t have anything that I can put forward that can be seen or touched.
What I can do though, is list a few things that I have seen and experienced in my life that science cannot explain.
A miracle is that voice that tells you to look up, when traffic has suddenly come to a standstill and you would have otherwise gone into the back of the car in front of you at tremendous speed.
A miracle is a cancer ridden patient, who has been given a week at most to live, only for all the cancer to suddenly disappear.
A miracle is seeing loved ones, on their death beds, who have a room full of mourning visitors, only for them to look past all the living and greet family or friends that have gone before. Moments later, they too are gone.
A miracle is seeing a family member suffer through unspeakable mental illness and then go on to lead a normal life.
The problem is, these are things I have personally experienced throughout my years. I can ask you to believe that what I have stated above is true. But then again, why take my word for it?
The views of those who believe in a higher power and those who do not, will always be perpetuated by their conviction to prove one another wrong.
It is not my place to tell you who or what to believe. By the same token though, neither is it yours.
Perhaps if anyone who might not believe can relate to anything above, that in itself, is a small miracle.