THE GREATEST MIRACLE

THE GREATEST MIRACLE

 

Baba said, "Wonderful is the story. How were you blessed? I would like to know everything in detail from you, so tell Me all about it" in Sri Sai Satcharitra ch. XVIII, XIX.

 

Have you slowed down to realise how blessed you are that you can feed yourself?

 

Are you thankful that you can see?

 

Can you walk?

 

My beloved grandson. David Harris De Betty, was helpless from a forceps' injury at birth. A brain operation at John Hopkins when he was two years old, excruciating pain, and crushing disappointments could not defeat him.

 

Inability to skip or to play hide-and-seek during childhood, or later to accept five scholarships, or to write a nuclear physics theory, or to move his feet and head on the bed while he reclined flat on his back without a pillow in order to breathe, were insuperable obstacles which seemed only to empower him.

 

When David was five years old, he would sit on the lawn and clock his cousin Boo while his fleet playmate practiced running around the house. Later, when his ten-second cousin competed in contests, David also raced – though vicariously – as he yelled: "Go, Boo, Go!"

 

Imagine having constant continuous double vision. Think of not being able to brush away a biting mosquito from your face, or to turn a page."

 

When David was a little boy, he asked eagerly, "Mother, if I am healed, do you think it would be all right for me to play football?"

 

But there was never the first complaint about anything. He cheered his husky, athletic friends from the sidelines, encased in a brace, unable even to clap his hands.

 

David prayed for these buddies, for relatives, for strangers, for everyone. We heard him whisper: "Thank Thee, Holy Father, for giving us so much of your time."

 

After twenty-seven years of indescribable perseverance, David's Triumph was revealed in his prayers. More than once he prayed these words: "Holy Father, if we thanked Thee every breath throughout eternity, we could never thank Thee enough."

 

That August day David said to his mother, sitting on the side of his bed, "Do you remember, when I am a little boy, Mother, you said to me, "David, if you are ever kidnapped, do not be afraid because the worst thing that can happen is death – and what would be more wonderful than to be with Jesus?"

 

A few days later, David said, "Mother, if I should go to heaven with this sickness, please don't go into a depression."

 

The next night in the Palm Beach Hospital his parents beside his bed. His mother prayed and then said, "Goodnight, angel, go to sleep in Jesus's arms."

 

David whispered, "Goodnight, dear." He went to sleep and to heaven – cerebral thrombosis.

 

I know that such inexplicable peace and joy and miracles.

 

If David could will himself to live happily, anyone CAN.

 

 

 

(Written by: Ms. Harris Lowery)