Miracles and Faith
"Once, miracle was seeing a doll sing just by pressing her belly. Once, miracle was passing in an exam we barely prepared for. Once, miracle was to successfully face the crowd. Our definitions change as our world expands. A miracle now, will just be an event when you look back."
Every one of us, at one time or another, has hoped for a miracle. Some believe it’s god’s boon, some term it good luck, while some others might consider it a coincidence. For me, miracle is just a probability of rarest event to occur among various events, just the opposite of an unforeseen disaster.
I don’t oppose the concept of a miracle or totally support them. They maybe thought of as the pinnacle of hope and religious belief of mankind. But then why, why do people denied of their miracles suddenly turn against their gods and faiths? Suddenly, a failure or an embarrassment or death of someone close- all lead to complete inversion of our beliefs. The “god” we believed in becomes a hideous fiction fabricated by our society.
On the other hand, if the miracle does occur and things turn out just as we wished, we’re the one’s preaching others our beliefs.
I had a friend who used to go to the temple every week. So firm was his belief. But now all he says is that the God is a lie. Religions are drama. He had lost his father to cancer. An year full of hollow prayers and worthless rituals is all it took for him to crush his God.
The question is, are our faiths, our customs, our beliefs so superficial that just a turn of events blow them away? Or is it us, who have preferred closing ourselves to other possibilities .Just like the stone we worship, just like the dogma of religion; we defined our “faith”.
Our God has never promised us that our lives will be a piece of cake. We pray for better, we hope for better, but nowhere does it imply that situations will turn out to be favorable. Nowhere is it written that man shouldn’t face humiliation, that he should not fail, that he will not be separated form his dear ones, that he is immortal.
Nature has its own way of working. Days, weeks, months and years pass by. What are they? Nothing but a string of events all crafted carefully. Nature didn’t differentiate between them; important or unimportant is our label to them. We have classified these events as good and bad, success and failure, joyful and gloomy. You might have heard “every winter is followed by a spring”. And nature, by its own example shows us that every time of sorrow is followed by happier days. Beneath every failure you had, there was a success. Success in mind, to do better, to prove ourselves and to know our faults. All we need to do is look closely at these events, to have a perspective from not the level at which we stand, but from a place higher up. It is from there we realize how perfectly the pieces of the puzzle fit together.
Once, miracle was seeing a doll sing just by pressing her belly. Once, miracle was passing in an exam we barely prepared for. Once, miracle was to successfully face the crowd. Our definitions change as our world expands. A miracle now, will just be an event when you look back.
Remember, it’s only the strength of the adversity that will show how deep our roots are. Superficial, conditional faith won’t stand the calamities long enough. Some time or another, it’ll fail your expectations.
The rain is a miracle in drought, a disaster somewhere else.
Miracle, or a disaster, just like all other activities, are elements of life. The possibility of one is equal to that of another. I don’t expect people to stop praying, it is hope which holds life together. But don’t judge your faith. Don’t drag it up to the cliff, ready to push it off once you’re dismayed. You chose to believe, it didn’t chose to serve you.
Pray, but with an open heart, ready to accept alternate results. If not your wish, maybe someone else’, or maybe it’s the nature, where old leaves fall out for newer ones. It’ll always maintain its balance. These “events” had to occur, one way or the other. Your values weren’t to blame. Your approach to it was blinded. Accept with gratitude.
I want you to pen down those moments when you completely turned up against your “god”. I talk about the atheists too, though not dedicated to a specific god; you do have a philosophy you believe in.
And then think about how things seem better (though not perfect) now. Didn’t it ignite a long cold fire in you to succeed? Weren’t you so broken that you realized how strong you were? Didn’t you take on responsibilities, which otherwise, you wouldn’t have? Nature offers you ways to improve, but the package it’ll come in, is not of your choice.
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