The Inexplicable acts of God

Every time you try to explain or understand a miracle of any nature, you'll either get into error or doubt. Miracles are simply miracles; inexplicable acts of God. God made me look at my toes and fingers one day, and asked if I could explain why they were ten each, instead of twelve. Of course, I didn't know the answer to that, and He said to me that some things are just not for the human mind, because they were not in His original plan for man. Miracles are one of those. When a woman is expecting a child, she gets a crib, not a coffin, because life is the original intent and expectation. In the beginning, God created a perfect world for a perfect people, until sin walked into the scene. A miracle is God's way of restoration. It is somewhat like damage control. It is an act of God, and should simply be received by faith.

I read Andrea's inspiring story on Andrew's miraculous healing, and thought I should share mine. Andrea's honest and innocent struggle on understanding the place of prayer and miracles in medical science is one of such struggles experienced by everyone in the different facets of life. We will always struggle with certain things, innocently so. But that is where faith comes in. And if our faith is built on God, then it makes it easier. Finding the balance between God and Science is knowing on which to place the preeminent status. Which comes first? The chicken or the eggs? If you choose the chicken, you'll be in a better position to understand the eggs, if you really have to. I don't know who wonders about eggs. You just eat them. I have had my share of miracles, and have learnt that with miracles, faith is to be released, and then God is glorified. That is all there is to it.

My mother had brain aneurysm, but at that time we didn't know it was the case. My sister and I found her unconscious, foaming in the mouth, poop and pee all over her. I confess, I thought of the worse. I could not not pray. All I wanted to do was get her to the hospital. When we got to the hospital, there was just one young doctor, who was probably on training. There was absolutely no experienced doctor. We didn't make it easy for this doctor, as we probed him with the different questions that never got an answer. I believe he must have regretted coming to work early that day. No one could help, and so I knew I had to pray. And I was ashamed that God was my second choice. Yet I prayed one of the simplest prayers ever, telling God to do what only He could do. And I had my peace. 20 minutes later, a doctor walked in and introduced himself. But I was done. He did his checks, and my mother was taken on a 30 minutes journey for a scan. She was still breathing. Scan was done, and the result handed to the nurse that accompanied us in the ambulance. We asked what it was, but she wouldn't say. She handed it over to us, and we typed the medical jargon on google, and learnt what it was. My sister looked at me with a grim look, and I told all was well.  The ride back to the hospital was the longest ride of my life. I looked at my  mother's motionless body and my mind went blank. Ten minutes to the hospital and she opened her eyes and called my name. I was relieved, excited, and so I told her not to talk. When we got to the hospital, a stretcher was brought in, and my mother spoke again clearly, saying she could walk. I told them to let her try. She got out of the ambulance and walked one floor to her room, and started telling us her story of the worse headache she had ever had as the last thing she remembered before she passing out. When the doctor came to her room with the result in his hand, he found her seated on her bed and talking. He exclaimed, "this is not possible". He said from what he had seen on the scan, there was blood everywhere in my mother's brain, she is supposed to be in coma, at least, and surgery must be done immediately. We were told she had to be transferred to a University teaching hospital where the right doctors could attend to her. I didn't object. My mother was transferred, but of course the doctors who saw her spoke with one voice, "surgery".

I was informed of what ithe surgery would cost,  which was incredibly high and I could not afford it. But then I thought to myself, if by the doctor's observation, she is supposed to be in coma or incapacitated somehow, and it is not so, then a miracle had started. So I told the doctors that I could not afford the surgery, and would just watch my mother get miraculously healed. Of course, the look on their faces was more of disbelief and "have it your way". One of the doctor's called me aside and told me that he was glad my mother was doing well, but without that surgery my mother could die or end up a vegetable. And I just couldn't get it! This woman had defied the odds of this condition, and aside from the headaches, still speaks, walks and her memory was sound. And these doctors just had to go by the books. When he saw I was not bulging, he shrugged his shoulders and said "well, we'll keep her under observation and see how it goes". I thanked him and he left. My sister told me she was sure he meant observing her unto death or a vegetative state. I actually laughed, and told her not to worry. I prayed again for my mother and left the hospital. 

That night was my longest night. The tears I had held back all day flowed freely. Then a scripture came to mind, "He uses the foolish things of this world to confound the wise". Then I said to Him, "Lord, confound the wise, and let no man share in your glory". 

When I went back to the hospital the next day, my mother was still alive. The nurse I met told me she had checked on her three times for the worse, and could only say a miracle had kept my mum. The only issue my mother had to deal with was the excruciating headaches. She was still able to talk to me, and we prayed together in thanksgiving at my every visit. One week gone, and she was getting better and had become a medical wonder. Her scan result had been passed from one doctor to another, and everyone came to confirm if the woman whose scan test showed so much blood was indeed conscious and mobile. In fact, on one of those days, a man who had the same condition was admitted, and died three days later. When I heard it, I was sad and even though fear raised it's head, I encouraged myself in the Lord. 

Prayers were offered at different quarters, and one day something strange happened that made me draw the curtain against the worse. One day I walked into my mother's room, and she told me how the headache had become so bad that she was too weak to utter a word. She could only mutter the words "have mercy on me Lord", and she passed out. She saw three doctors in their white robes, and each of them had a bottle of oil in their hands. And they took turns to massage her head with the oil. She said she thought it was real, until she opened her eyes. She touched her head, and there was no oil. It was then she knew there had been an angelic visitation. Until she left the hospital, even though she still had headaches, but they were not as bad as they used to be that knocked her unconscious.

By the third week in the hospital, her blood pressure had normalized, and the same doctor who recommended an urgent surgery concluded it was time to go home. His wait for the worse was over unsuccessfully, and my wait for the best had ended in praise. As I signed the papers, he looked at me and said my mother was one of those inexplicable medical miracles. I thanked him for being honest and left the hospital with my mother walking, talking, laughing and praising God.

It's been four years now since it happened, and my mother has been living a very normal life. No surgery. Truly, I thank God for doctors. They have a very significant and important place in our society today. Without them, a lot of people would be gone to their early graves. But I would shoot for divine healing any day, because there is no limit to what God can do. I cannot explain divine healing, I just believe it, because that is what I am supposed to do. God's ways are unsearchable.