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childinthefaith
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I browsed a few existing replies first…
We know here that St Bernadette, of Lourdes’, body is there uncorrupt do we not? Is that not miracle enough for someone I wonder? And BTW, her body was in a musty humid burial site before being moved to its current location…I’d think seeing such would convince anyone of miracles.
That said, I lost my right index finger and knuckle as a result of a line-of-duty injury. For years my own mother would pray aloud for me, when in untreated pain, for God to wholly restore my hand and finger etc. He has not, and I do not therefore question His ability to do so as a result. I simply must offer my suffering up as it is said…I’m honestly fortunate to still have a hand, and am again fortunate that, after 20+ years of trying, I got some fairly decent pain control via an implanted device…won’t bore ya all with that, it’d take a virtual tome anyway.
Point is, to not believe because God doesn’t take one’s specific request and grant it, is childish at best I believe.
Anyone who walks out of a cabin in the mountains of Appalachia on a cool Spring morning and sees the surrounding scenery, with bacon and eggs cooking from inside can easily smell and sense the Transcendent when they take a deep breath of the mountain air and view the poetry of His creation from the ridge they’re on, to the stream bubbling at the base of that mountain. Yet, scientists in labs want something to be physically measured. Their loss. Eternally possibly. Sad.
We know here that St Bernadette, of Lourdes’, body is there uncorrupt do we not? Is that not miracle enough for someone I wonder? And BTW, her body was in a musty humid burial site before being moved to its current location…I’d think seeing such would convince anyone of miracles.
That said, I lost my right index finger and knuckle as a result of a line-of-duty injury. For years my own mother would pray aloud for me, when in untreated pain, for God to wholly restore my hand and finger etc. He has not, and I do not therefore question His ability to do so as a result. I simply must offer my suffering up as it is said…I’m honestly fortunate to still have a hand, and am again fortunate that, after 20+ years of trying, I got some fairly decent pain control via an implanted device…won’t bore ya all with that, it’d take a virtual tome anyway.
Point is, to not believe because God doesn’t take one’s specific request and grant it, is childish at best I believe.
Anyone who walks out of a cabin in the mountains of Appalachia on a cool Spring morning and sees the surrounding scenery, with bacon and eggs cooking from inside can easily smell and sense the Transcendent when they take a deep breath of the mountain air and view the poetry of His creation from the ridge they’re on, to the stream bubbling at the base of that mountain. Yet, scientists in labs want something to be physically measured. Their loss. Eternally possibly. Sad.
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