A recent story passed on to me by May Lo of the Hong Kong church prompted me to think again about what I mean by a “Miracle.” A couple of weeks ago, City University student Phoebe was baptized into Christ. She had been met by cancer survivor Garbie Chan this past August under strenuous circumstances: Garbie had just finished her chemotherapy and decided, even in her weakened condition, that she needed to get out of herself and do something spiritually. So she donned a wig and went out to campus to share her faith with new students–and there she met Phoebe.
When cancer strikes, we ask for miracles. At such times we think of “miracle” as being “healing,” and certainly that’s one way to look at it. But on that campus, on that day, with that effort, for that student (Phoebe), God brought many kinds of intentions and circumstances together, the way we read about in Acts 17–God determining times and places in hopes that we might seek and find Him. Phoebe has found Him, and the miracle, it seems to me, is in how God uses all things to the good–even cancer and weakness.