Call it Magic Part 2: There can be miracles.

About a month ago during liturgy, Fr Kyrillos briefly touched on the fact that dramatic God moving miracles no longer happen in our western society because the devil fights God through our disbelief as a society that something greater exist. How accurate is that? We don't see great miracles unfold before our eyes as they did during the time of the apostles. 

Why is that? Do miracle no longer exist? Does God no longer love his children enough to perform such miracles? 

Of course the answer to the last question is NO. God's love has never changed and has never left us. We as Christians just don't realize His hand at work in our lives. Often we accredit miracles to our own abilities or luck. As Fr. Kyrillos said during the same sermon; we as a society are too self reliant and do not see that God's will is actually at play.

A prime example of Christ and his ability to perform miracles is the story of 2 fish and 5 loaves of bread. Many know this story from John 6: 1-14; it is a story of deep faith in the Lord and what he can do if only we believe.

But where is that miracle today?

I spent the week trying to find an example in the news of God's blessing amongst people. I could not find one that I wanted to share; then I realized that I have many personal stories that confirms miracles. So here we go.

Story time:

When I was 16, I was in honors everything in high school. I had the classes, the 

extra activities, volunteer work; you name it. I was a part of the creme de la gras

(French for cream of the fat aka: the best). However, taking 7 classes with a heavy

schedule was very difficult to balance, so my last semester during junior year was met 

with 3 Cs. And at the time I wanted to go to Berkeley. (High hopes, right?)

Not only did I realize that my Berkeley ticket was gone, my very asian parents were

furious. I was not good enough like my full scholarship UCLA cousin who

was also on another full scholarship from UCSF for pharmacy school. So one night,

after a huge fight with my parents, I decided that this was it. If I could not be the best 

then I would end my life. I took a handful of pills in the sea of my tears and

wished the world goodbye. As I slept, I was suddenly awaken and finding it hard to breath.

At that moment I looked out of my window, the moon was shining on a crisp summer's night

and I began to plea. I begged God to spare my life. I asked that in return I would

give him mine.

In reality I probably didn't take enough pills, nevertheless, it was first miracle God performed in my life because I was not Christian. For a majority of my life I was brought up loosely Buddhist/ my relatives were Catholic but I never once attended church. So the question is: how does a non-Christian look up in the hour of need and find God? 

To this day, I still don't know the answer, all I know is that I'm trying my best to live up to my promise that night. My story and my walk is no different than anyone else; the only true difference is that I'm willing to share. 

What is your story? If you truly take a moment to look within; you will see HE blesses us with many miracles on a daily basis. God loves us so dearly and has many promises if only we have faith. 

2 Peter 1: 4 states: 

"And because of his glory and excellence, he has given us great and precious promises. These are the promises that enable you to share his divine nature and escape the world’s corruption caused by human desires."

With this in mind, I leave you until my next entry where I will hopefully tie this all up. lol. Cheers to passing my test tomorrow and surviving clinicals this week.

Many Blessings.
Linda

Photo: Prayer doesn't always change our situation, often times it changes our hearts and how we perceive things. Personally, I pray twice a day. Once in the morning and once before I lay head to rest.