Cynicism and Miracle

Pauline gave me a really nice rosary bead set from Rome. My regularity in praying the rosary had been really pathetic and I thought it would be a shame if I didn't put the gift to good use. One of my new year resolutions hence is to pray the rosary regularly and by the grace of God, I have been doing it almost on a daily basis.

I usually pray the rosary during the bus ride to work in the morning. Today being Thursday is about the Luminous Mysteries. The second Luminous Mystery is about the wedding in Cana where Jesus turned water to wine. As I was reflecting on the mystery, I asked myself if I still believed in miracles. Had recent disappointments in life put me at the brink of cynicism dressed up as hardened realism? My thoughts were interrupted by gasps of shock from fellow passengers in the bus as well as loud honkings by the bus driver. At that moment, time seemed to have frozen and everything was in a slow motion. The bus was at the traffic light junction, the light was green and the bus had the right of way to go straight. The driver of a right-turning car in the opposite direction took a reckless decision and attempted to turn right. The bus driver took an abrupt evasive maneuver in an attempt to avoid a collision. Miraculously, the bus driver succeeded. It was that close.

All on the bus were shaken but relieved. An Indian lady sitting a few seats away from me made a sign of the cross. I could hear God's voice in my head "Why do you not believe in miracles, my child?"

Melissa