Literally Looking
Praying for a miracle…
I have heard those words spoken by myself and those around me more in the past week than I ever had. If you missed the Library Notes from last Friday, go catch up on those. In short Prayer is Oration. Spoken word if not sung from the lungs. Feel free to think about what you want to say in silence, we know God knows those thoughts, but we aren’t divinely created to simply think Descartes!
It is written to be spoken.
This is Prayer
What about Miracles?
I believe I may have already recalled this story once before here but here’s to getting old and telling the same stories over and over.
When I was young the elders in my family would say ‘mira’ when there was something to been seen. It could be an unexpected step leading down the sidewalk, or a beautiful sunset over the California coast. Mira in Spanish literally means look and could be implied by my family to mean ‘look and see’. Further implications would be buscar. To search or begin searching. My grandfather being the most flagrant offender of letting out a hearty ¡MIRA! without any additional direction given at where to look. Hence my response seared in my mind: ¡Buscando!
I am searching
Are we actually looking for miracles?
As we began to pray for a miracle with my mothers condition. I slept little and began to see disparate knowledge come together. My time working in a genetics lab as a systems and software engineer, speaking with genetic scientist daily began to come back to me. Unconnected research across far flung fields began to make sense. Millimolars, exothermic reactions, adenosine, and so many more libraries of vernacular untouched for years began weaving themselves into a sensible solution.
If you’re reading this. It’s Monday and I have spent the better part of the past week looking into a rare cancer, producing a rarer disease, and have some how come out the other side with a white paper to present to my mothers doctors. I believe she can be healed.
Why would they listen to me? This doubt I have felt all week has challenged my hope until a friend sent me a message. Just a worship song. Nothing more.
I began to realize they don’t need to listen to me. The treatment I, an uneducated Mexican relegated to the fringes of civilization, am recommending isn’t my own. I’ve aggregated my hypothesis well from half a dozen or so leading doctors in their field. I am only the messenger.
Isn’t that one of the greatest truths we can behold in our faith and relationships with the Lord? I don’t have to write the book! I only have to look, search, find, and be a willing, humble messenger.
It’s almost comical. One of my most cited studies happens to come from the research institution on the campus of the hospital treating my mom. Sometimes all God wants us to do is take a message across the street.
Keep praying for miracles.
Keep Speaking
Keep Searching
Keep Singing