One of the things I always admired, and liked, about the Catholic Church, even when I walked away from it, was their necessity to validate miracles. The main reason being, I believe people overuse the word “miracle.”
I’ll give you an example; I’ve had to relearn to walk multiple times (3 or 4, I think). Each time was during a different phase of life with varying circumstances. The only constants were they were after surgery and it was declared a miracle by multiple people.
Here’s the thing, it only looks like a miracle.
There hasn’t been a single time, during any of those, when I’ve gotten out of bed and suddenly been able to walk without some sort of difficulty during any of those time periods.
That would be a miracle. That hasn’t happened to me.
A lot had to happen in 1 year, 1 month & 1 day (for example) for those first independent steps possible.
The hours of PT.
The hours spent doing an at home PT and hoping you’re doing it right.
The hours waiting for and/or attending doctors’ appointments.
The early mornings.
The sleepless nights.
The countless days spent trying to appeal insurance denials.
The hours at the gym because you’ve maxed out your insurance.
The co-pays and out of pocket costs.
The time out of work.
The time away from friends and family.
The hope that tomorrow will be better than today.
Calling someone or something they’re able to do a miracle discounts the hard work they’ve put forth to make this so-called “miracle” happen.
I’m not saying that miracles don’t happen. There wouldn’t be a need for The Congregation for the Causes of Saints, for one thing, if there weren’t indeed miracles. But sometimes we’re quick to “cry miracle” without realizing that it took a lot more than you can imagine to make that miracle happen.
So next time you witness a miracle, take a minute and consider what might be behind that miracle before you make your declaration public.