A miracle is always associated with the divine, the supernatural, unexplainable, the creator or God himself however our beliefs want to understand it. A miracle does not contradict nature rather it strengthens it.
Nature is about causes and effects but as someone said , a miracle circumvents nature’s laws. So a miracle is an effect for which there is no known physical cause. It is not making a rabbit disappear or turning a handkerchief into a butterfly.
That brings us to today’s reflection. You were conceived a number of years ago, and inspite of the uphill task, you survived thru out pregnancy and was delivered safely. Today you are a child , a teenager or an adult maybe even a parent. And despite all the battles you fought along the way, you are here .
You fought health issues , emotional issues, psychological issues disabilities but you are still standing tall.
Your parents died when you were just a child and nobody gave you any chance at success. Now you have achieved a measure of success bringing shame to your detractors.
Your life stopped because you had to care for your siblings, when your parents were physically present but emotionally absent. You lost your childhood because you had to grow up quickly and be the adult in the home that your parents were supposed to be.
You were raped by a trusted friend or abused by a parent (sexually or physically even emotionally). Or maybe you had a child you were not prepared for and your life took a sharp turn down hill.
But today you are here with a life or an accomplishment worth celebrating. You have been thru thick and thin, thru the fog and the rain . You have survived where others died, stood tall where many fell flat. Yes the weather has been harsh, but you came in for a landing, you struggled but you made a perfect landing. Or maybe you are still trying to land, negotiating the turns and thunderstorms but eventually you will land on your feet.
So what are you my dear, a miracle or a magic trick?
Thru a broken heart and a lost love
Thru a failed promise and an unfulfilled dream
Thru a mindless rage and an unforgiving spirit.
Thru untold suffering and pain
Thru sleepless nights and headache filled days,
Thru ferocious storms and scary landslides (in my mind)
I survived grief and loss
I survived a failed marriage and a sickly child.
I survived but only by grace
I survived but only by Mercy
I survived but only by love
I survived thru it all
The sight before him was truly amazing. In all his years of travelling the world and visiting the ends of the earth; he has never been met by such a sight. He was transfixed to the spot held spellbound by what he beheld on his path. He thanked the gods, if they existed ,for the chance to come in contact with such an awesome and remarkable beauty.(the beauty was debatable)
The scene before him exuded strength and yet was surrounded by weakness and sorrow. In this one scene he saw the effects of war, the good the bad and the ugly. He saw the ravages of war on the populace but also saw the beauty of adaptation and survival as people thrived in this environment. Here survival was a reflex conditioned by influences beyond control.
He so wished he could capture the imagery as it was. He had a digital camera but instinctively he knew it will not do justice to the scene. And so he sat down and willed the image to be imprinted in his mind. So that everytime he saw the image, his mind will come alive with the nuances of the characters in the scenery.
Years later he will commission a painting to try and capture the essence of what he saw that day.
On this day the twentieth anniversary of that fateful sighting, the author once again narrated what he saw and what he felt twenty years ago.
On that day two decades ago, he saw strength coexisting with weakness, sorrow living with joy. He saw the strong being supported by the weak and the rich being fed by the poor. He saw children made parents and parents made childless. The paradox of that day was all encompassing as it was engaging. Even today he still could not forget the look in the eyes he saw. The eyes that held him spellbound and kept bringing him back to that little known place at the end of the world.
As the author ended his reminiscing, there was no dry eye in the room and everybody hugged themselves tighter because it seemed like a cold draft just blew across the room.
Dedicated to war survivors especially child soldiers scattered across Africa and the world. May your ordeals teach us to care.