Miracle at Sunrise

Written in 2008

How anybody could possibly claim that miracles never happen is beyond me. The Lord God of all Creation slung the celestial bodies into space at the start of time, and that created a miracle over the White Mountains that occurs each and every morning…sunrise.

Some would insist that this is merely the evolution of millions of years of natural events that produced this result. For those of us who believe, it is easy to understand that nature has nothing to do with it, it is the work of the Master Creator. The occurrences of nature are the gloves, but we know that those gloves are filled with the Master’s hands that have orchestrated this miracle. God is still in the miracle business, you know.

It looked bleak, even for the most optimistic that visited Kayla after she had slipped into a coma. Her entire body was shutting down and doctors were not hopeful to say the least. But prayers ascended to the Master Creator, the One who had formed Kayla and knew every molecule of her body. After nine weeks of a prognosis that was negative, she opened her eyes. A little while longer and she spoke. The God of Creation, who had raised a little girl from the dead 2000 years ago, had returned Kayla to consciousness. Doctors had no explanation. They had never seen anything like this before.

How anybody could possibly claim that miracles never happen is beyond me. Anyone who was standing on Sunrise Drive that Monday afternoon would certainly have thought otherwise. As signs and people lined the street, Kayla’s car turned the corner and headed toward home. Among cheers and whoops, we were watching a truly authentic, genuine miracle in the making. Kayla was a miracle. But just like sunrise, Kayla had nothing to do with it; it was the work of the Master Creator. His hands had brought new life to her failing body.

 Kayla wrote her favorite verse on the ceiling of her room.

“Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
 Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry, and he will say, ‘Here I am.’ If you take away the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness, if you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted,
then shall your light rise in the darkness
and your gloom be as the noonday.
And the Lord will guide you continually
and satisfy your desire in scorched places
and make your bones strong;
and you shall be like a watered garden,
like a spring of water,
whose waters do not fail.” Isaiah 58:8-11 

Nice to have you back, Kayla. We missed you. Hooray, God!

Lord, may we never take the everyday miracles for granted. Your sunrises. Your sunsets. Your mountains. Your stars at night. And life itself.  Lord, may we never forget that you are still in the miracle business as we reflect on the Miracle at Sunrise.