How Does God Pull Off Miracles?
I like to believe that for every problem there is an answer lurking in the deeper recesses of our minds. Or at least, the gaps in our knowledge will be closed by future scientific discoveries.
But what do we say when,
All our curiosity and creativity hit an impenetrable wall?
The Divine breaks into my life with everything from healing to guidance, and I’m just left stumped?
I’m like an audience member watching some David Copperfield magic trick with,
“How in heaven’s name was that done?”
When I was an eight-year-old child, I contracted cerebral malaria while on a fishing trip in the Congo, Africa. The disease resulted in a series of near-fatal seizures.
The doctors informed my parents that one more seizure would kill me. My parents, devoutly religious, did not seek a second medical opinion.
They took this crisis to their church group for prayer.
I survived.
What Abracadabra did the diviner magician invoke to pull off this miracle?
How was my disease state or any of life’s problems resolved?
I’m like a kid who loves dismantling a clock to see how it works.
My challenge with the mysteries of life often arises when I ask about the HOW.
Give up wanting to know.
Wanting to know how is sometimes an ego problem. Hitting the mark on that unachievable goal creates the illusion that I’m in control or that my mind has unlimited possibilities.
Albert Einstein once said, “You cannot solve a problem with the same mind that created it.
And that’s where trying to solve the how of a mystery with the limited human mind causes us to hit the brick wall of unknowing.
It’s A Mystery Stupid
The writer to the Hebrews speaks of faith as “the evidence of things not seen.”
I once marveled and doubted Mediums who claimed to have a Soul-to-Soul conversation with the dead. But in the courses I attend and podcasts I watch, I hear Mediums speak of evidence-based contact with the world beyond our skin.
One of my teachers states she is “absolutely certain’ that spirit guides and departed loved ones communicate through her.
But exactly how the spirits come through and how I was cured of my malaria disorder with its perilous convulsions, I don’t know.
Nor did the doctors. One of them even referred to my survival as a miracle.
Is it wrong when we cannot access the how of a divine intervention?
Could not living the question become a source of humility and wisdom?
How about a piece of awe or being “lost in wonder and praise” to bring us into the presence of the Eternal One?
Face the Fear, Find the Treasure
Last night, I dreamed of trying to navigate through some strange heavenly realm littered with tripwires at every turn.
Suddenly, a Yoda-like apparition appeared in some unconscious split-screen moment and invited me to keep moving forward.
This was like some Joseph Campbell-like dilemma where
The cave you fear to enter holds the treasure you seek
My inner wisdom (Yoda) stopped me dead in my tracks. Then, I glimpsed the treasure of my destiny out of the corner of my eye.
It was the outworking of words that came to me from my deceased mother that directed me to seek my treasure.
“Keep walking in the light.”
She encouraged me to