It's a Time of Miracles
There's a dialogue in a favorite movie of mine from the late '80s that goes something like this:
Character 1: ... you better be right, because it looks like this last one is going to take a miracle.
Character 2: It's Christmas ... It's the time of miracles ...
This came to me as I was thinking about what to write for the blog as we enter the Christmas season. Although miracles take place every day, regardless of the time of year, there is one particular miracle that happened during the holidays when I was child, a miracle that I didn't understand very well until I was older and that had a lasting effect on our family.
This event took place late in 1981 before my sister was born when my brother and I were kids. Mom went out Christmas shopping one evening while we stayed home with Dad. I remember Mom coming home shaking and crying. I didn't know why until the story was related to me years later.
That night, while on the way home, she was driving along River Road. Most of that road is unlit at night, as there are no streetlights. Mom was about three or four miles from home when she got to a dark bend in the road that also has a dip. As she came around the bend and up out of the dip, she saw a pickup truck in her lane coming right toward her! There was no time to swerve out of the way and no time to stop. In that instant she thought her life was over.
She immediately cried out to Jesus and closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable collision. Only, it never happened. The literal next moment she was on the other side of the truck, still moving and still in her lane.
She opened her eyes and looked in her rearview mirror. The truck, behind her now, was still going and still in the wrong lane. Somehow, some way, Jesus saved her life. Whether she was picked up or transported or just allowed to go through the oncoming truck, Jesus saved her. There's no other explanation.
I'm a scientist by degree, and I've taken enough physics classes to know that a car just doesn't fly, and while teleportation is really neat in sci-fi shows, it doesn't exist. Yet that night Christ changed the laws of physics to keep my mother alive.
She shared the event with my father and us years later when we could understand. What a testimony to God's goodness and power! I praise Him because He allowed her to live, resulting in an addition to our family and the three of us being raised in The Church. Years later, He would work another miracle in her life, healing her of a rare stage 4 cancer.
Our God and Savior is truly awesome, and he truly loves His people! Let us not only remember that at this time of year as we give thanks and celebrate His birth, but let's also praise Him each and every day.
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