BY TIFFANY TSAO
Whenever I return home to Singapore for Christmas, I can always expect a miracle. Or rather, I can always expect to hear about one from my family. Past miracles related to me have involved the inexplicable healing of serious and terminal illnesses, angelic visitations, exorcisms of demons, and the like. My aunt once showed me photos taken during her trip to Israel with luminous white spots here and there. “Angels,” she told me. “Are you sure?” I asked. “What else could they be?” she replied, somewhat defensively. “Something wrong with the camera?” “Like what?” “I dunno,” I mumbled; not knowing very much about cameras, I decided to let the matter drop. Another time, my mother told me of a woman in her office who found out she had cancer. After an extended session of prayer, the doctors found no trace of the malignant tumors which they had previously found throughout her body. “Praise God. Isn’t He amazing?” my mother asked, rhetorically of course. If the story was true, I was inclined to agree with her, finding this incident a far more convincing instance of divine intervention than white spots in a photograph. Continue reading “Expecting Miracles”