I don’t think I have ever heard so many stories about miracles as I’ve heard in the last ten years. In fact, I could probably count them on one hand until recently.
About forty years ago, a woman who had been diagnosed as completely paralyzed by every specialist in the county, and gone through every test available at the time, was the first time I witnessed a miracle. For all the years I knew her, she was dependent on her husband to take her everywhere, always pushing her in the wheelchair.
One day, they were in their apartment and she saw her husband fall down and die, right in front of her. The shock was so great that it must have triggered something in her. She got up and put her wheelchair away, and never used it again. She was no longer paralyzed.
Now we hear of people who have been in a coma suddenly waking up and remembering everything up to the moment when they went into a coma. One woman had been in a coma for five years and the first words out of her mouth was “I want to go to a Bob Seger concert.”
We keep hearing stories about people who have been pronounced dead, waking up at their own funeral. Most of the time there are happy endings to that story but one man was so shocked, that he died of a heart attack at his own funeral.
Not that long ago, a woman gave birth to twins and one of them was stillborn. The doctor told her that the girl made it but the boy died. She took the boy into her bed and for two hours, she hugged him, touched him, told him she loved him and, all of a sudden, he started to move. He and his sister are both alive and well.
There are countless stories about people being in a coma for years and suddenly waking up. Some of them wake up speaking a foreign language and some wake up with a skill they had never had before. Recently, a premature baby who was thought to be dead, was buried and, when her father dug her up, she started to breathe.
We hear of people going into comas every day. Some of them last for decades and then they suddenly wake up. We hear of comatose people being declared brain dead, MRIs showing no brain activity for months on end, and then they suddenly wake up and they can talk and recognize people.
So, when I’m asked if I believe in miracles, my answer is, “I sure do. Where there is life, there’s hope and, sometimes, where there isn’t life, there is still hope.”