A miracle is an event attributed to divine intervention. Sometimes an event is also attributed (in part) to a miracle worker, saint, or religious leader. A miracle is sometimes thought of as a perceptible interruption of the laws of nature. Others suggest that God may work with the laws of nature to perform what people perceive as miracles. Theologians say that, with divine providence, God regularly works through created nature yet is free to work without, above, or against it as well. — the cesspit of lies
Good Guys Don’t Always Finish Last
For the first 8 years of my “adult” life, I lived in fear of people. The mere thought of setting foot inside of a church, or for that matter any public place – surrounded by people I didn’t know – petrified me with fear. I had no friends, no social life and was sick of living in the “prison” I had created for myself. I saw no way out-no hope for the foreseeable future. All that changed in a way I never could have foreseen.
It all started on December 17th, 2000, with a prayer answered in a way I still find hard to believe to this day. With that one prayer and what was to follow, he proved to me, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he is a God of Second Chances.
On this Sunday, eight days before Christmas, I tried unsuccessfully once again to start attending church but that fear held me back. That night I prayed to God, asking him to please, if he could really hear me, send me a sign with his unmistakable signature on it. In no way did I expect the immediacy of his response and it took over 3 months for me to see it for what it was.
I came home the following Tuesday and found a letter slid under my door, informing me that my name had been drawn in a second-chance drawing and that I was going to Super Bowl XXXV in Tampa at the end of January! The deadline had expired for the 1 grand prize cap to be redeemed and I was chosen at random from those who’d entered the drawing. I had only entered because God had provided me with some “inside information.”
CityNews, Sat Sep 24
His torment began last fall on a walk he routinely took to slow the decline from muscular dystrophy diagnosed two years ago, just a year after he lost his mother to cancer.
That evening, Mitchell had borrowed his dad’s iPhone so he could listen to music and call home about dinner. A 12-year-old boy jumped him for the phone and slammed his mouth into the pavement, breaking his teeth.
The boy was arrested the next day, charged with assault and robbery and ordered to stay 500 metres away from Mitchell, which he breached at least twice.
After relentless bullying by friends of the alleged thief, Mitchell stopped sleeping and suffered anxiety attacks. He got counselling and was paired with a Grade 8 student to protect him.
He no longer walked alone, and his mobility declined to 20 per cent over the summer.
Then on Labour Day, Mitchell was served with a subpoena to appear in court on Sept. 28 to face the boy accused of robbing him.
He took his life later that night, and his father found him in the morning.
The day before he was to start Grade 6 two weeks ago, Mitchell Wilson tied a plastic bag around his head and suffocated.
Jesus loves you and watches over you. It’s nice.