Miracles

Two correspondents sneered at the idea of a grave-digger's glove being responsible for the curing of a deadly illness. Thereby they sneer at miracles.

Certainly the glove did not heal anybody. It merely pointed to the fact that it came in contact with Dun Gorg's cadaver. Nor did Dun Gorg work the miracle. He only interceded for the sick person, and it was God Almighty who healed the child. Healed, indeed, she was, and human science could not explain how it was done.

Like the idea or not, miracles do happen. They prove that there is life and power outside what our senses inform us. As old Willie put it: "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy".

The doubters laugh at the idea that a dirty glove (bootlaces in a former case) is claimed to be the material implement used in the case. But this is no laughing matter. On the contrary, it shows the wisdom of God. Had some new wonder-working medicine been applied, all the world would have sung the praises of that medicine. The very dirtiness of the object points to it not being the cause of the cure.

This brings to mind the healing of the blind man by the Lord Jesus. Did Jesus apply a sweet-smelling balm to the man's eyes? No; on the contrary what He applied was some dust kneaded with his spittle.

Dust! What's more septic than dust from the roadway? What's surprises me is that these doubters keep sneeringly pecking away at the Church. Why?

If they do not believe in the spiritual world, why don't they let believers alone and try to live their life-span as comfortably as possible? Obviously, they harbour a terrible doubt.

What if there is an afterlife? So, like poor Bottom, the weaver (forgive me the disturbance, dear William), they sing so that people will think they are not afraid.