Those of you who know me know my relationship with Science. I’ve been a high school Science teacher for quite a few years and I am currently the Science administrator for my school district. I can dissect the Science out of almost anything. The emergence of all 13 Wild Boars, I believe, was a miracle.
I have my doubts as to whether I would have survived in that cave. The realization that I was trapped or lost would have caused a definite panic attack. I would have bumped my head, causing myself a concussion, then I would have drowned. If not, I would have had a heart attack and died. By the 18th day, I would have either been a lifeless, floating nuisance or I would have been a part of the food chain. I read that some of the space they had to crawl through was as small as 15 inches across—that would have prevented my rescue, too! But, I digress.
I was praying for these boys. I was praying for the rescuers. I was praying for their parents. I suspect I was not the only one praying. I am certain there were intercessory prayers going up all over the world. I, honestly, didn’t think the Wild Boars would come out alive—not all of them anyway, there were just too many factors against their survival. I never doubted God, but my scientific mind thought this was impossible. When the death of Thai navy SEAL, Saman Kunan, was announced on July 6, I really didn't think the boys would survive. From the lack of oxygen, to the flooding, the darkness, the narrow passages, their distance inside the cave, and the time—the odds were totally stacked against them.
I am reminded of the story of Lazarus in John 11. When he was sick, his sisters called for Jesus, but he died before Jesus arrived. After four days, Jesus arrived saying, “Did I not tell you that if you believe, you will see the glory of God?” (John 11:40) His sisters believed.
I read that Buddhism and Taoism are the primary religions practiced in Taiwan. I was not praying to Buddha, and Taoists, “do not have an omnipotent being beyond the cosmos who created or controls the universe.” In fact, I didn't even think about Buddha until I decided to write this blog post. The boys, their coach, their families, and friends were probably praying to a god, but they may not have been praying to God. Once this story reached the international news, prayers to God likely began. At the same time the clock kept ticking and their ordeal continued. Lazarus was dead for four days, before God brought him back to life. These boys were not dead, but they were buried. They weren’t buried for 4 days, but as many as 18—beyond any reasonable time for a rescue. I say reasonable, but God does not operate on our human reasoning. He doesn’t do things because of Science. Science certainly aided in the rescue, but at any time the rescue could have been a recovery. Our belief brings forth the glory of God. The boys may have been praying to Buddha, but millions of others were praying to most high God, the “Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.” (Revelation 22:13).
Of course, the Wild Boars still have lots of healing ahead, but they are alive! It’s a miracle! No one knows what their future holds, but praise be to God that they lived to see the “light at the end of the tunnel.” If they don't know it now, maybe they soon will - Jesus is “the light of the world. Whoever follows [Him] will never walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." (John 8:12)
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Copyright 2018 Kimberly Griffith Anderson
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