While I sit here this morning contemplating the day before us, I start to let myself be hopeful for a miracle. How wonderful would it be to go into the doctor's office here at Mayo and have them say that they looked at Steve's tests and found no signs of cancer.
I've heard it happen and I believe it has happened, I'm not counting on it happening to us today, but there's that hope down deep that it might.
Hearing that news would be a miracle. The miracle we've been waiting for, praying for, desperately needing. Or is it?
I tend to think in metaphors, stories, parables. I have that in common with Jesus, I suppose. (smile) Today, as I was thinking about the miracle of no cancer, the bible story of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego came to mind.
For those who need a refresher (no shame in that!) these three men refused to worship the idol that Nebuchadnezzar had built and were therefore sentenced to death inside a fiery furnace.
So the miracle in the story was that they were not thrown into the furnace, but rescued by God and walked away to live out the rest of their happy lives, right?
They were thrown into the furnace...the thing that should have killed them almost instantly, but instead of perishing (I chose that word specifically), they stood there un-singed.
That, my friends, was the miracle.
So...in light of that story, I'm thinking that waiting for the miracle of hearing "no signs of cancer" may be distracting us from the miracle we're already living.
Steve has cancer. Stage four cancer. It should have killed him. It didn't. He's still standing. THAT's our miracle.
We're standing in the furnace (yes, I'm right along with him in this one) and while we do smell of smoke sometimes, we do feel a little singed sometimes, the truth is that we're facing death and still standing.
Today I am grateful for the miracle.
There really isn't much more to say than that.