I Need a Miracle

My daughter has just died, but come and lay your hand on her, and she will live. Mt. 9:18

Jesus, my son just died. Please come. I know if you lay your hand on him he will live.

But he didn’t.

I have wrestled with this one fact more than any other in the past two years of grief. I wonder why my faith didn’t merit a miracle. Why didn’t you pick me?

I believed you could. I called your name before I called 911. I called you into that time and space. It was my instinct. But you still didn’t pick me. My son still died. Why didn’t you pick me?

Oh dear one,

At the resurrection of the righteous, God will reward you. I suffered terribly and was rejected by this generation. Are you able to drink from the bitter cup of suffering I drank? You proved you can. Now know this, humans can reproduce only human life, but the Holy Spirit gives birth to spiritual life. I gave him eternal life, and he will never perish. No one can snatch him away from me. I said, “Father, I want these whom you have given me to be with me where I am. Then they can see all the glory you gave me because you loved me even before the world began!” I departed from the world; you are staying in this world. I came to Father and asked, “Holy Father, you have given me your name; now protect Serena by the power of your name.”  Child, you will be my witnesses, telling people about me everywhere—in the world and to the ends of the earth.

So you see, I did pick you.

Love,

Jesus