“I don’t believe in miracles” the boy says in Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close.
Yeah. I don’t either. Except that they happen sometimes and I can’t explain them away. Weird things happen all the time in the world, things that were doomed to die end up living. People that never should have met end up meeting. Forgiveness happens. Wounds heal.
Of course, the opposite happens as well. People who should live end up dying. People who should never meet never meet. We take grudges to our graves. We keep open wounds. I guess that’s why its so hard to believe in miracles.
For churchy-types, we’re stuck in a set of stories about miracles right now. I never know what to do with them. Ignore them? Pretend its not weird that Jesus touched a guy with a skin disease and he was “made clean?”
I have no answers here, just a pondering of questions. For my part, I really am going to ignore the healing part, and focus instead on the anger that, (the story tells us) made Jesus reach out and touch this man, rendering him untouchable himself. Or, rendering nothing untouchable anymore. As Bono screams in Beautiful Day, “Touch me…I know I’m not a hopeless case.”
And none of us are. None of us are. But its still the case that every single one of the people we are told Jesus healed eventually died. So there’s that. But then, I guess Jesus did too. And turned that around to not-a-hopeless-case.
“It will be a miracle if you find the lock this key goes to” says the woman back to Oscar in the movie. Of course, he does. It’s the movies. But it isn’t exactly the way he thought it would go. It never is. Miracles probably happen every day and we just can’t recognize them, because we’re looking for something different.
(PS. See the movie. It’s really good.)