When Life IS Darkness

So powerful. And, perhaps, for many, not an expected result. When 12 boys and their coach were trapped by flooding waters in a cave. Darkness. No contact, except with each other. The coach, a former monk, kept the boys together. Taught them meditation. In darkness. Without contact with the world.

To say it was bleak is to say…you can figure your own expression.

The boys were celebrating one of their teammates birthday…bought him treats. Little did they know that would be their food. The coach refused to eat. Water dripped in the cave, their water supply.

Then contact. Then a rescuer lost his life, doing what he could to save others.

I now link the story and will keep it. So much happened for the good, when the day was the darkest. No one gave up or in. The rescuers came from all part of the earth. Coordination was the theme. No one said, “I’m in charge; get out of my way.” Forget that.

My heart is filled with awe and wonder and gratitude and gladness this morning. The twelve boys and their coach are safe. The coach’s first note was an apology to the parents. They never held their children’s fate against him. They KNEW he would do everything he could, even give his life if it meant the 12 could live.

So much is this about life itself, most especially when the world, our personal world, is dark, when it shutters closed and we cannot see.

On our front door hangs the sign, we put it up during Advent and Epiphany, BELIEVE. We’ve kept it up for Jason and his recovery. He is now navigating his steps and his life without a wheelchair and a walker. No sprints, but a walk around the block is a start. Thanks be to God. And thanks be to Diane, Jason’s mother. Guess it comes down to this: FAITH IS SEEING LIUGHT WITH YOUR HEART WHEN ALL YOUR EYES SEE IS DARKNESS.

Here’s the link. Will you do yourself a favor, turn off your “world gadgets” and read the article, then look into an emotional mirror and thank God for the light God shines to and for you, so you can be that light for those whom you meet.

https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/world/how-did-the-boys-survive-underground/ar-AAzUxg1?ocid=spartandhp

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About Mark H Miller

Diane and I live in Leander, Texas. This past June 17, 2015 I celebrated the 49th anniversary of my ordination. We returned to Texas after three years in Washington, during which I served as interim minister in Bellevue/Eastgate and Mercer Island. Am planning to begin a 5th novel that will have my protagonist, Tricia Gleason, serve a year in licensed ministry in Snoqualmie, Washington. The novel, "The Lemon Drop Didn't Melt," will find Tricia wrestling with ministry challenges. None of which more daunting than someone wanting her breathing to stop. All the published novels are available on Amazon and Amazon Kindle under Mark Henry Miller. A primary goal in our return to Texas is to make sure grandchildren get lots of attention--here and in Chicago and Washington, D.C. Traveling is definitely an activity that will not slow down. With that, of course, fishing will happen. To that the t-shirt is apt, "I fish; therefore I am." In addition to novels, the book of Blogs, "Voice Of My Heart," is also available on Amazon.
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