How would you define the word miracle? What shape would you give it? How would you explain the meaning of miracle while speaking to someone who knew very little about our culture?
I’m asking because I explore the phenomenon of miracles in my debut novella, THE DISAPPEARING KEY.
I wasn’t sure that was exactly what would come out of this work. Often writing a novel (or novella in this case) is like opening a well-wrapped Christmas gift. As I peel off layer upon layer I begin to understand what it is I’m holding.
And at the core of THE DISAPPEARING KEY I’m beginning to see how there’s an undeniable mining of the miraculous.
Apparently, I’m curious about miracles. That’s what my writing does—it points me to those things that deeply intrigue me.
I broach numerous miracle-related questions in my novella. Things like can we create our own miracles? Can something that is once deemed a miracle diminish—lose its marvel? And how does the way we understand miracles influence whether we’re able to identify them as such?
One of the main characters, fourteen-year-old, Oriana Bivane confesses toward the end of the novella:
“Because isn’t that what makes a miracle a miracle? The lack of explanation.”
Have you ever experienced a miracle in your life? Back to my earlier question, how would explain what a miracle is to someone?
Here are a few more miracle-related quotes that caught my attention:
“Miracles are like meatballs, because nobody can exactly agree on what they are made of, where they come from, or how often they should appear.” ~ Lemony Snicket, The Carnivorous Carnival
“Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.” ~ C.S. Lewis
“Slowly, very slowly, he sat up, and as he did so he felt more alive, and more aware of his own living body than ever before. Why had he never appreciated what a miracle he was, brain and nerve and bounding heart? It would all be gone...or at least, he would be gone from it. His breath came slow and deep, and his mouth and throat were completely dry, but so were his eyes.” ~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows