(Today, I introduce a new category of posts – Ordinary Miracles. The category was suggested by faithful reader Kathy Haas of McCook, Nebraska. She is author of the first such post. These will be stories from readers of ordinary miracles in their lives – not big showy things where God speaks in thunder, but little graces where He speaks with a tender caress. It can be a story such as the lovely one Kathy tells below, or the story of how your conversion deepened, or of how a family member or loved one you thought was drifting found real trust in God. If you have such a story, send it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org. Of course, all stories may be edited, but before I publish a story with substantial edits, I will send it back to you for final approval. And now, an ordinary miracle. – CJ)
By Kathy Haas
In the spring when my son Brad was almost three years old, his grandmother gave him and his brothers each a teddy bear from her collection. Brad received a very nice bear that Grandma had bought at an after-Christmas sale. It was supposed to play carols when you pressed its paw, but it didn’t work. Her electronically-minded husband and son weren’t able to fix it, so it was just a bear that was nice to look at and cuddle. My observant two-year-old figured out somehow that the bear was supposed to do something but wasn’t working. He brought it to me and said, “Fix it, Mommy.” I explained that it was broken, that Grandpa couldn’t fix it and Uncle Rick couldn’t fix it. He said, “But you can fix it, Mommy.” I gently told him I was sorry but I couldn’t. He went away and came back to announce that it just needed batteries. I told him that his grandpa and uncle had put new batteries in it, but it still didn’t work. He said, “But you can fix it, Mommy.” So I got some new batteries, put them in, and showed him that it still didn’t work. He went away and came back to announce that I needed to work on his bear and fix it. His faith in Mommy was lovely, and I really hated to have to let him down. So I fiddled with the wires and the batteries. Still it didn’t work. He kept saying, “But you can fix it, Mommy.” I said a quick prayer, asking God to soften the blow when my two-year-old learned that despite his great faith in Mommy, there are just some things that cannot be fixed. I fiddled with the bear again, then pressed its paw to show him that the bear was just broken and would never work. To my amazement, its nose lit up and it began to play Christmas carols. His face lit up as he announced, “I knew you could fix it, Mommy!” As I said a quiet prayer of thanks that a little boy’s faith was rewarded, I looked at the clock and noticed that it was three o’clock in the afternoon–on Good Friday. God had done more than reward a little boy’s faith. He had brought home to me in a very personal way the lesson of Good Friday–that no matter what the senses said, no matter what the physical reality said, no matter what the wisdom of the world said, that God would make everything right. It was the greatest lesson in faith I ever had, courtesy of a two-year-old boy and a broken electronic teddy bear. The bear still sings its message of faith 27 years later.