I grew up believing in miracles. I believed in miracles in simple terms - the impossible becoming possible. Growing older brings with it facts and realities that threatens this broad definition of a miracle, as a doctor I feel that even more so. I find myself questioning my definition of a miracle. There will always be many medical stories of people told they had no chance, counted as dead, who ultimately survived. People walk out of impossible situations every day. I understand the concept of against all odds. But the more I see, the more I wonder when the odds become insurmountable. Is there a point where the possibility of miracle goes away? Once destruction of the body reaches a certain point, once it is widespread ... where is the room for miracles?
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where there is room for faith, there is always room for miracles. now, i may have committed the ultimate sin--mixing spirituality with science--but sometimes, i've found, we have to let go of our idea that a miracle is the grand, sweeping, life-changing event. sometimes it is a family member of someone who's terminal that just realized how petty their arguments were and decided to take advantage of the time that's left. depending on the person, that can be pretty miraculous. it is true, miracles happen every day, but as life and time go on, our eyes become much narrower...we learn about disappointment and reality and improbability...we easily forget how small gestures or happenings can have gigantic impacts. so i'll add one more thing to my thought: where there is room for love and faith, there is always room for miracles.
Stewart, thanks so much for commenting.
it's me, becky! sometimes i have a pseudonym. stewart jones is it.
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