#30. Miracles of Life
Yesterday, I received an email from a recent acquaintance. As I was just about to open it, my friend Linda came into my office. Suddenly, she said that someone thinks I look like Arnold Schwarzenegger. I thanked her for the informaition. After she left my office, I opened the email which stated: "I know who you look like -- Arnold Schwarzenegger!"
My dictionary defines the word miracle as "an event that appears unexplainable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God". I believe there are three ways in which to understand the world of miracles.
My dictionary defines the word miracle as "an event that appears unexplainable by the laws of nature and so is held to be supernatural in origin or an act of God". I believe there are three ways in which to understand the world of miracles.
Talk to me! Do you have a miracle story? or an ESP experience? or a healing story that defies medical explanations? I'm all ears!1. Sometimes, miracles do occur.Life is governed by scientific laws, but from time to time on various occasions, God intervenes in the affairs of life and performs miracles that defy natural laws.
2. There are no such things as miracles at all!Eventually, science will beable to explain each and every so-called miraculous event as
a natural law.
3. Everything in life is a miracle! (I prefer this one!)The birth of a baby shall always be a miracle. Though science can show that gravity is a natural phenominon, it reveals no concept of what it is or why it happens. Life defies explanation -- it's one huge miracle!
Labels: Miracles; ESP; Supernatural
posted by Virgil at 2:16 AM
10 Comments:
Happy New Year:
My Miracle was in the year 2003 late summer when I first walked into Unity Chapel on Northline Rd in Southgate Mich. My life has been up-lifted and nothing but good has come to me with my new Unity Family. All have been there for me when I was struggling to survive and had health challenges.
God has sent me an Angel, my best friend, my confidant that will remain in my heart forever. So, I am blessed beyond measure, and oh... what a miracle it is.
Hello,
We have a mutual friend, I don't want to give out her name but I think in a way this is a miracle.
What happened to me was that this friend and I were chatting about every day lifes goings on and about my recent sons demise, and in the mist of the conversation...she blurts out to me and says "Tell mom to quit kissing my ashes, I'm not in the urn" and when I asked her to repeat what she said she said "my son Branden said to her tell mom to quit kissing my ashes, I'm not in the urn".
This send chills down my spine, there is no way she coud have known this to what I do, nor was she ever in my home let alone knew that my son was cremated. I have to say that she freaked me out some and I got a little upset with her and I'm sorry for that. I hope he comes to realize I ment not to be nasty with her, but it shocked me! How in the word did she know this? She even knew my sons name!
If this isn't a miracle then I'm lost.
My name is Hurly, and I was diagnosed with prostate cancer and was told that it was too far advanced to get help. I did not want to beieve the doctor, how dare he play God? I prayed every day and thanked God for his healing and that was 9 years ago! I'm free of cancer and the doctors cannot believe it. And I still thank God each and every day for life and a second chance.
Marsha,
Thanks for sharing your experience. Sounds to me that your son wants you to know that he is ALIVE and that he is OK. A psychic person seems to become like a "telephone operator" that connects us with the spirit dimension. What a wonderful message from your son! You can send him a message in your prays telling him that you are also alive and doing well.
Thank you so much for such an inspirational reply. Talk about miracles, while having my coffee at the resteraunt I saw the woman that I got a little hasty with and was glad to let her know to how sorry I was the way I reacted that evening. She also apologized as well. Boy, what a mix-up. Although she seemed very quite, so I didn't want to ask her if she could contact my son, I miss him so much. Is she really psychic? Do you think she would be upset by me asking her? I asked her for her phone number and she gave it to me.
I also want to tell you I looked at your web site and read some of your essays, and listened to all of your prayers. Wow, they are everything Carolyn said they were. Your prayers really lifted my spirits. I hope to run into our mutual friend soon, she's a nite owl like me! It feels good to have someone to talk to, she really is a caring person with a heart. Thank you for your wonderful responce. Marsha
I think just being able to wake up the next day is a miracle! I'm 97 years young and I thank the Lord for keeping me healthy. I live a clean life, don't smoke, maybe an occasional glass of Merlt every now and then, I go to church every Sunday, and I surely enjoy your web site and reading the coments.
May God Bless You.
Hello Reverend,
This story is long mind you, but a true one and a Miracle.
I remember not long ago, as I walked home it was cold that night, I stumbled on a wallet someone had lost in the street. I picked it up and looked inside to find some identification so
I could call the owner. But the wallet contained only three dollars and a
crumpled letter that looked as if it had been in there for years.
The envelope was worn and the only thing that was legible on it was the
return address. I started to open the letter, hoping to find some clue. Then
I saw the dateline--1924. The letter had been written almost sixty years ago.
It was written in a beautiful feminine handwriting on powder blue
stationery with a little flower in the left-hand corner. It was a "Dear John"
letter that told the recipient, whose name appeared to be Michael, that the
writer could not see him any more because her mother forbade it. Even so, she
wrote that she would always love him.
It was signed, Hannah.
It was a beautiful letter, but there was no way except for the name
Michael, that the owner could be identified. Maybe if I called information,
the operator could find a phone listing for the address on the envelope.
"Operator," I began, "this is an unusual request. I'm trying to find the
owner of a wallet that I found. Is there anyway you can tell me if there is a
phone number for an address that was on an envelope in the wallet?"
She suggested I speak with her supervisor, who hesitated for a moment then said, "Well, there is a phone listing at that address, but I can't give you
the number." She said, as a courtesy, she would call that number, explain my
story and would ask them if they wanted her to connect me. I waited a few
minutes and then she was back on the line. "I have a party who will speak
with you."
I asked the woman on the other end of the line if she knew anyone by the
name of Hannah. She gasped, "Oh! We bought this house from a family who had a daughter named Hannah. But that was 30 years ago!"
"Would you know where that family could be located now?" I asked.
"I remember that Hannah had to place her mother in a nursing home some
years ago," the woman said. "Maybe if you got in touch with them they might be able to track down the daughter."
She gave me the name of the nursing home and I called the number. They told me the old lady had passed away some years ago but they did have a phone number for where they thought the daughter might be living.
I thanked them and phoned. The woman who answered explained that Hannah herself was now living in a nursing home.
This whole thing was stupid, I thought to myself. Why was I making such a
big deal over finding the owner of a wallet that had only three dollars and a
letter that was almost 60 years old?
Nevertheless, I called the nursing home in which Hannah was supposed to be living and the man who answered the phone told me, "Yes, Hannah is staying with us. "
Even though it was already 10 p.m., I asked if I could come by to see her.
"Well," he said hesitatingly, "if you want to take a chance, she might be in
the day room watching television."
I thanked him and drove over to the nursing home. The night nurse and a
guard greeted me at the door. We went up to the third floor of the large
building. In the day room, the nurse introduced me to Hannah.
She was a sweet, silver-haired old timer with a warm smile and a twinkle in
her eye.
I told her about finding the wallet and showed her the letter. The second
she saw the powder blue envelope with that little flower on the left, she took
a deep breath and said, "Young man, this letter was the last contact I ever
had with Michael."
She looked away for a moment deep in thought and then said Softly, "I loved
him very much. But I was only 16 at the time and my mother felt I was too
young. Oh, he was so handsome. He looked like Sean Connery, the actor."
"Yes," she continued. "Michael Goldstein was a wonderful person. If you
should find him, tell him I think of him often. And," she hesitated for a
moment, almost biting her lip, "tell him I still love him. You know," she said
smiling as tears began to well up in her eyes, "I never did marry. I guess no
one ever matched up to Michael..."
I thanked Hannah and said goodbye. I took the elevator to the first floor
and as I stood by the door, the guard there asked, "Was the old lady able to
help you?"
I told him she had given me a lead. "At least I have a last name. But I
think I'll let it go for a while. I spent almost the whole day trying to find
the owner of this wallet."
I had taken out the wallet, which was a simple brown leather case with red
lacing on the side. When the guard saw it, he said, "Hey, wait a minute!
That's Mr. Goldstein's wallet. I'd know it anywhere with that bright red
lacing. He's always losing that wallet. I must have found it in the halls at
least three times."
"Who's Mr. Goldstein?" I asked as my hand began to shake.
"He's one of the old timers on the 8th floor. That's Mike Goldstein's
wallet for sure. He must have lost it on one of his walks."
I thanked the guard and quickly ran back to the nurse's office. I told her
what the guard had said. We went back to the elevator and got on. I prayed
that Mr. Goldstein would be up.
On the eighth floor, the floor nurse said, "I think he's still in the day
room. He likes to read at night. He's a darling old man."
We went to the only room that had any lights on and there was a man reading a book. The nurse went over to him and asked if he had lost his wallet. Mr. Goldstein looked up with surprise, put his hand in his back pocket and said, "Oh, it is missing!"
"This kind gentleman found a wallet and we wondered if it could be yours?"
I handed Mr. Goldstein the wallet and the second he saw it, he smiled with
relief and said, "Yes, that's it! It must have dropped out of my pocket this
afternoon. I want to give you a reward."
"No, thank you," I said. "But I have to tell you something. I read the
letter in the hope of finding out who owned the wallet."
The smile on his face suddenly disappeared. "You read that letter?"
"Not only did I read it, I think I know where Hannah is."
He suddenly grew pale. "Hannah? You know where she is? How is she? Is she still as pretty as she was? Please, please tell me," he begged.
"She's fine...just as pretty as when you knew her." I said softly.
The old man smiled with anticipation and asked, "Could you tell me where
she is? I want to call her tomorrow." He grabbed my hand and said, "You know something, mister, I was so in love with that girl that when that letter came, my life literally ended. I never married. I guess I've always loved her. "
"Mr. Goldstein," I said, "Come with me."
We took the elevator down to the third floor. The hallways were darkened
and only one or two little night-lights lit our way to the day room where
Hannah was sitting alone watching the television. The nurse walked over to
her.
"Hannah," she said softly, pointing to Michael, who was waiting with me in
the doorway. "Do you know this man?"
She adjusted her glasses, looked for a moment, but didn't say a word.
Michael said softly, almost in a whisper, "Hannah, it's Michael. Do you
remember me?"
She gasped, "Michael! I don't believe it! Michael! It's you! My Michael!"
He walked slowly towards her and they embraced. The nurse and I left with
tears streaming down our faces.
"See," I said. "See how the Good Lord works! If it's meant to be, it will
be."
About three weeks later I got a call at my office from the nursing home.
"Can you break away on Sunday to attend a wedding? Michael and Hannah are going to tie the knot!"
It was a beautiful wedding with all the people at the nursing home dressed
up to join in the celebration. Hannah wore a light beige dress and looked
beautiful. Michael wore a dark blue suit and stood tall. They made me their
best man.
The hospital gave them their own room and if you ever wanted to see a
76-year-old bride and a 79-year-old groom acting like two teenagers, you had
to see this couple.
A perfect ending for a love affair that had lasted nearly 60 years.
Anonymous
Yes, this is a marvelous, miraculous story! When did it take place and where? Is it your story? If not, how do you know it's true?
I bought a cool new bracelet online called Synergy Beads which is similar to a mala, but made from more sustainable materials, to help remind me of my daily affirmation for miracles.
Five experiences over the course of this life occured to me, of a 'miraculous' or out-of-the-ordinary realm, sometimes referred to as "Miracles" or spiritual. The fifth and last one was an out-of-body experience that completely changed my life (that of a career criminal) and set it onto an entire new pathway. I spoke about these experiences at the Unity Church in Sedona. The entire accessed free of charge at SpiritLightOutreach.org
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