by Andy Weddington
Friday, 03 January 2014
"When the solution is simple, God is answering." Albert Einstein
Some three years ago a friend - as close as a friend can be without technically being family but is considered family - of my sister's family was killed in a freak accident.
Bill, about a year from retiring as a career firefighter and paramedic, was riding his motorcycle (ironically, in support of firefighters) on a sparse highway when caught in a thunderstorm. While seeking shelter he was struck by lightning. He did not know what happened. Days later Bill died.
Less than a week after the funeral my nephew was out on their front lawn (they lived a block or two from Bill along the same street) when a yellow butterfly appeared and flitted about him. And seemed to make a point about flitting about him before moving along.
I forget the relevant particulars but my sister's family concluded it was a good sign, of Bill, from God.
Since that butterfly's first appearance it seems no matter where my sister's family travels a yellow butterfly appears and flits about them.
Comforted, Bill is watching over them.
I think not.
Long ago I quit believing in coincidence. Because with too much frequency odd inexplicable things, like that yellow butterfly, happened to me. They still do. And I know they happen to others, too.
Three years ago, shortly after her December 31st birthday, my mother-in-law died. Her death was not unexpected. Frankly, neglect of diet and exercise she lived long on borrowed time.
At the time of her death my wife and I were visiting a quiet spot away from home. Recently back to that spot my wife decided, on December 31st, to rent a bicycle.
At the counter in the shop my wife paid and the woman proprietor casually reached to the peg board for a key.
Taking the key my wife looked at the large black number stamped into the attached flat round tarnished brass disk.
And then she smiled. And paused a moment to catch her breath - to calm that butterfly moment of surprise, of heartfelt emotion.
(19)35 - year of my mother-in-law's birth. She'd have been 78 that day.
Possibly but improbably.
I don't see nor know how.
God winks, again.
Butterflies are simple. So are keys. Was God answering?
Einstein believed in God.
Keep the faith!
Please say a prayer for 1361. Thank you!