…a miracle? of course!
in the news, a new born baby is struggling to live as he was born with his heart outside the thorax.
[in this picture: Dr. Raymond Konane also struggles, as he fights the urge to “bop the gopher back in the hole” as he used to do when playing a favorite arcade game as a child]
a commenter (the first, actually) on the news item, from London, said: “This baby is an absolute miracle!”
yeah…umm.. what part of this is a miracle? the part where modern science and medicine is able to save an infant from the horrible mutator of children that is unintelligent design?
or is the “miracle” the thought that God went out of his way to save this one, while leaving hundreds of thousands elsewhere to die? was this baby more important than another less fortunate? to call this a miracle is to assume that God chose this one over another “non miracle” elsewhere. why call this a miracle, on what grounds can we jump to this conclusion?
why not call this random. why not call this nature? let’s be grateful for this miracle, but let’s give credit where credit is due: modern science and western medicine is saving my life, this baby’s and yours. if we live to see our forties we have much to be thanking science for.
so shout with me: “Hallelujah!”