Can There Be Miracles?

Making our bed on a Sunday morning, I was pondering this question while listening to the Mariah Carey song on our CD player. I recalled my Old Testament class professor saying that there were two main periods of miracles: one in the time of Moses and one in the time of Jesus. It made me sad to hear that because it meant that the time of miracles is over.

Obviously because of Christmas and my new nephew's birth, I was marveling how miraculous birth really is. In a way, miracles like birth and new life mean hope for us. Hope that things can be different than they are. A new dawn. A fresh new year in which to live.

Prior to this, I had been feeling in need of spiritual rebirth. I didn't feel like I was growing at all. Remembering a wall-hanging my Great-Aunt had on her wall ("If it feels like God is far away, guess who moved?"), I decided to go to church without my partner. Since he wasn't coming with me, I decided to try the Metropolitan Community Church.

Previously, I had tried to go to an MCC service when I was living in Kansas. I planned it all out and drove half an hour into the city of Wichita. Unfortunately they were on summer hours so when I arrived, the service wasn't being held at all! This time around I was more successful after a very brief streetcar ride down College & Gerrard Streets. I was amazed to find myself in a beautiful old church with a U-shaped wood balcony, filled to capacity.

Many things stand out to me about that first service. One memory is of the special music. This woman sang "Feels Like Home." I had never heard this song before and, put in a religious context, all the efforts to restain my tears since the start of the service, failed me miserably. Especially the final line, "It feels like I'm all the way back where I belong." Torrents of tears.

The second memory was a line from the sermon that Rev. Hawkes gave. He held up the Bible and said something about how many people have been hurt by the words inside this book and have chosen to have nothing to do with it or what it says. He said that this was a tragedy since there were so many good lessons we could get from it. An example he pointed out was the story of Jesus walking on water. To a fundamentalist, this would merely be a story about how Jesus had authority over even Nature. But to Rev. Hawkes, it illustrated how miracles don't happen while you are still in the boat. It's only when you take a risk and step out of your comfort zone, that's when God starts to do amazing things with your life.

That's when I realized (in an admittedly hokey way) that my whole life, up to this point, has been a miracle. My parents tried for five years to conceive me and then, on a single income from a small rural parish, somehow managed to feed and clothe me. Through work and scholarships I graduated from university owing only $5K in student loans (which were forgiven by the government by teaching in a low-income school district). I traveled the world and have many incredible friends. Coming to terms with my sexuality, I had strong family support without which I would have been like many other GBLT people who suffer great emotional trauma. Against the odds, my partner and I were able to immigrate to a country that offers us equal protection under the law.

Reflecting on this journey and facing the year ahead, I'm reminded of a song by the duo "Mary Mary." I just can't give up now. I've come too far from where I started from. Nobody told me the road would be easy and I don't believe He brought me this far to leave me.

Last Sunday I returned to the same church and ended up registering for the membership class. And on this visit, I remembered to pack the travel tissues!

Beautiful Boy

Danifesto has been preoccupied with several things lately and regretfully hasn't been able to blog about them. One of the preoccupations is a new addition to my family! But to tell the story properly, I really should begin back last February. What follows is a chat from a conversation with thatjoliegirl on the 22nd.

me: I was going to tell you that last night I dreamed of a large fish. I somehow had it for a pet.
Jolie: Wow!
me: I put it in this tank. Realized where the lid went it was dirty with scum so I was cleaning/scrubbing it.
Jolie: Wow, cleaning in your dreams. That's something.
me: Then I saw the fish at the bottom. Thought I had killed it but he was avoiding the soap
Jolie: Awesome! I love dreams.
me: So (I know! now I'm dreaming about cleaning. Such is my life)
Jolie: I might have given you the fish dream.
me: I woke up trying to think about how to scoop him out without getting all that soap scum on him.
Jolie: In glass class, I was thinking about making you a glass tile with a fish on it. But then I thought it would be too hard, so I nixed it.
me: AT(my partner) says in Korea when people dream about big animals or fruit this means someone is going to have a baby. oh wow. that's interesting about the jewelry.
Jolie: REALLY! Not jewelry. Glass tile.
me: So we are pulling for..... (my sister in law) oh my bad.
Jolie: Maybe you dreamt about... (friend in common).
me: I asked about that. It's supposed to be someone in your family.
Jolie: Oh. So I think I found a new boyfriend for you. He's on American Idol.
me: for example, his father knew about AT's nephew before his sister knew because of a fish dream. oh really? tell me who he is and I'll YouTube him.
Jolie: http://www/ video has been since removed) Wow!
me: doh! I love you. You know this right?
Jolie: Weird about the nephew.
me: you rock so hard! okay watching.

Later from an email written May 8th to thatjoliegirl:
Hey how are you? Didnt hear from you yesterday which was okay because I actually BLOGGED. Yes shocking I know. I have two posted and another one half-done. Yay me! So I think D&M are pregnant. evidence one: He wanted to make sure that I was free Friday so all of us (Mom and Dad are there for mother's day) could discuss "Christmas"-what the heck? I said that and he kind of backed off on it and just said we needed to talk and wanted to make sure I was available. Evidence two: Miranda called me BACK to ask when our wedding date was going to be. Counting nine months from now that would be February. I didn't even know they were trying. Anyway that's all. I could be totally wrong. It was just a feeling I had. I'm just saying now. Perfect morning today! Breakfast and transit and everything!D.

I got the planned call (mentioned above) on May 13th to tell me that indeed, my brother and his wife were expecting a baby. I went back and asked AT if a fish meant a boy or a girl and he said definately a boy. I told this to my brother who scoffed until he called back months later with the ultrasound results; a boy!

Now I've blogged previously about my thoughts on dreams, so I will resist redelving. However, suffice to say, when little Joshua Matthew came into the world in December, it was so magical for me! While holding my nephew during my Kansas Christmas trip, I thought about how exciting it must have been when Jesus was born! Predictions and prophecies abounding there! At any rate, welcome to the world Joshua! You are so loved!