Most of you have already heard the story. The group of loved ones gathered on that
morning to say their goodbyes. A
terrible force of destruction had overcome the man they loved. They had seen his body ravaged beyond
repair. He had suffered greatly through
no fault of his own. And now they just wanted to entrust him to God and release
him to death.
But when they arrived to see him, they were told the shocking
news – he is alive! Somehow, by some
miracle during the night, a change had happened. There was no need to say good-bye now. The group who had gathered couldn’t believe
it. They had to see him with their own
And when they entered the hospital room – there he was. The swelling in his face, hands and feet that
had made him unrecognizable was now gone.
The pale color and coldness of death that had enveloped his skin was
replaced with the healthy blush of warmth and rosy cheeks. The machines that had surrounded his body
just two days before, filtering his blood through constant dialysis, pumping
him full of medicines to keep his heart going and fight the infection, were all
disconnected. All that remained was the
ventilator for his breathing, and even that was becoming unnecessary as he was
beginning to breathe on his own. We had
gathered to say good-bye to Richard Huff.
But – surprise! – saying good-bye was no longer an option.
This was the closest I have ever come to understanding how
the women at Jesus’ tomb might have felt on that morning over two thousand
years ago. When you have your mind set
on one direction, steeled yourself to do the ritual,convinced yourself that you
are doing the most loving thing you can do given the tragic circumstances, you even
start making plans for going on without the person. But then you hear the unexpected, impossible
news that he is no longer on the brink of death, but has, in fact, made a miraculous
recovery overnight. Well, it’s an emotional
rollercoaster to say the least.
For those of you who have never met Richard Huff and have
not heard about what happened to him, he is a member of our congregation who
suffered from a house fire nearly three weeks ago. He was life-flighted to
Lehigh Valley Burn Center in Allentown with severe damage to his lungs,
exacerbated by his chronic asthma. It
was thought he would recover in a few weeks, but suddenly his body began to
deteriorate to the point that his kidneys had failed, his blood pressure was
bottoming out, his liver enzymes were escalating, he was not absorbing
nutrition, his lungs were overcome with pneumonia and his body was in
sepsis. It quickly became apparent that
the only things keeping him alive were the machines surrounding his body on all
sides, beeping and clicking, pushing air in and out of his lungs, filtering his
blood. Richard had a living will clearly
stating that he did not want his life prolonged in such a way.
So last Wednesday, four of us gathered around Rich’s bedside
– Alice Ann Snyder, Alice’s friend Beverly, Rich’s daughter Becky, and me. He had been unconscious for nearly two weeks
since he had been put on the ventilator.
After listening to the doctors and nurses explain his condition to us,
we agonized over what to do. After much
prayer, silence, and open conversation, we decided that we needed to talk to
him directly. So we came alongside him
and spoke to him, not even sure if he could even hear us. But we told him what had happened with the
fire and what was happening with his body.
We told him that in two days we were going to gather his family for a
prayer service to commend him to God and then honor his wishes to end
treatment. But said to him, “If this is
not what you want, you need to find some way to let us know. And we’re were praying for God’s will to be
Two days later, ten of us came to the Burn Center expecting
to do a service of commendation.
Instead, we were told that during the night Richard had dramatically
improved. The nurses who worked day and
night to keep Rich going would not consider themselves angels. But when they shared the news that morning,
they might as well have been clad in glorious white robes with mighty wings
sprouting from their backs! Today
Richard is no longer on dialysis, all his vital signs are stable, he is breathing
on his own more and more, and he is beginning to open his eyes.
explanation is that his adrenal gland had not been producing cortisol which was
necessary for the chemical reactions needed for his bodily functions. As an asthma patient, his body was used to
the medicines that he used constantly for his breathing, and was apparently
going haywire without it ever since the fire.
So they took a chance and tried “jump-starting” his adrenal gland. There was no guarantee this would work
because so many other bodily functions had failed. But this started a chain-reaction that caused
a dramatic improvement.
As I wrote in an email to the congregation, “As people of
faith, we call this a miracle! While the
outcome of all this is still uncertain, and Rich is not out of the woods yet,
the speed of this turnaround has been amazing.
Overnight, he went from being on the brink of death to being on the road
to recovery. There is still a very long
road ahead for him, but he has apparently made his wish clear, and God’s will
is obviously being done.”
Even to those who might normally be skeptical about these
kinds of things, the word “miracle” is the term most often used when talking
about Rich. A miracle is defined as “an
extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs, an
extremely outstanding or unusual event.”
Time and again as I’ve talked about this event with people, they’ve
shared with me stories of other miracles that have happened in their
lives. And Rich’s story helps to affirm
their faith that God is real and cares and works miracles, even today.
But one person shared something different with me. She shared with me the story of when her
daughter died and there was nothing that could be done to save her. Even though it happened decades ago, the
memory and pain of what had happened was as real as if it were just last
week. And her tears made me pause, in
the midst of celebrating Rich’s miracle, and ask – but what about those for
whom the miracle did not happen? What
about those who suffer tragedy and experience no surprise of joy? What does Jesus’ resurrection mean for them?
And then I thought more about this woman. Despite her grief, she found the strength to
get up the next morning, and the morning after that, and every morning since
that terrible day when her daughter collapsed in her arms. She and her husband continued to raise their
other two children. They continued
attending church, despite an event that would make most people want to curse
God and abandon their faith. But Sunday
after Sunday she is here, serving her church, reading her Bible, hugging little
girls who remind her of her own daughter at their age.
And it dawned on me. There
was a miracle after all. Because she is
still here, she kept going, she did not lose her faith, and she believes as
strongly in the power of Jesus’ resurrection as Rich Huff does. What I began to realize is that there are
different kinds of miracles. Some of
them come upon us suddenly, unexpectedly, overwhelming us with surprising
joy. And some of them unfold slowly,
over days and months, in and out of years, like the petals of a slow-blooming
flower opening up over time. Like a
butterfly whose chrysalis is falling away to reveal the miraculous new creation
God’s power to heal, to forgive, to sustain, to restore is
not limited to one morning two thousand years ago in a garden outside
Jerusalem. God’s power shown to us so
clearly on that day through the resurrection of Jesus is meant for your life,
right now. It’s meant for our church,
right now. It’s meant for our earth
right now. It’s meant for everyone right
You may feel like you are still locked in a tomb that is
sealed with a stone that can never be moved.
But it may be that you are at the center of the bud at the center of the
cocoon, and it is beginning to open up very slowly all around you.