A little miracle in the tree

I’m not sure if there is a God, but if there is, I wonder if he/she ever gets tired of listening to the millions of requests for miracles. There’s a scene in the movie “Bruce Almighty” where Bruce, who is filling in for God, can actually hear the voices of people clamoring for help.  It becomes like a buzz in his head. Please oh, please, the people pray. Until Bruce can stand it no more.

I can imagine that if there is a God, it’s pretty much like that, except that God would have to be a lot more tolerant of so many voices all praying for a sign or a miracle. He or she would have to be amused at the way that, when something miraculous does occur, we all so reluctant to believe.

That said, I met a lady from Lockport the other day who sees the Virgin Mary in the knotholes of the tree in front of her Harvey Street home. I interviewed her about all the experiences she’s had since, of little miracles and apparitions, and I would have truly loved to have believed her. She was so sweet, so prayful.

I’m a journalist so I don’t have to believe her to tell her story. I just have to report the facts. I have to tell readers what is supposed to have occurred and then relay what others have to say about it.

I love these stories, for their “what if” value, but I find myself unconvinced.  I hope God doesn’t hold that against me the next time I am praying for a miracle.