A 17 year old male contributes his faith restoring story.
I used to go to school in England which was a school and a monastery as well, and it was Catholic. So everyone had to go to Mass every Sunday, even if they were non religious or of another religion. I’m a Muslim by birth, but I don’t practice religion in any way, but nonetheless I am a religious person because I strongly believe in God.
So we’re on our knees during the Eucharist (when the priest is talking about the body and blood of Christ), and my knees are really beginning to hurt so I’m really hoping that this would end soon. So as many of you may know, at those kind of moments when your knees hurt during the Eucharist (which goes on for about 15 mins), you wish you never had to worship or pray or anything like that.
I start thinking to myself, could God or Jesus really exist? How could they prove it? How could I prove it to myself? And I decide to test God, to prove himself. And even though it is clearly stated in the teachings that one must never put the Lord our God to the test, I decide to do it anyways out of mere attempt to amuse myself (while I was in mild pain in my knees). I look at one of the 20 monks that are standing near the alter and this is where the weirdness happened. I WANTED to say/think this “God, if you really exist, then make that priest pick his nose” and I was conscious of the thought that I wanted to think of. But before I actually “thought” of the phrase itself, to my huge amazement, I saw that the priest had very subtly lifted his arm and scratched his nose. I was in disbelief!!! I couldn’t believe it. And I hadn’t even phrased the thought properly in my head, but I knew what I wanted God to do. It was that quick. It just suddenly happened and I have to say, I was seriously blown away.
Now those of you reading this, who are more skeptical, right now may say that this is just a coincidence and its very insignificant. And yes, I admit that it is a very small “miracle”… no life was saved by this act of nose picking… it’s not something to write to the papers about… it’s not anything that I would talk wildly about. But nonetheless, it is still something – is it really a coincidence? Could it be that exactly at the time that I was thinking of that thought, the priest realized that his nose was itchy? Perhaps it is… but at the same time, perhaps it’s not. Of course it’s not a huge sign from God, which has caused me to change my life forever and become a very devout Catholic. But, personally for me, it is a little something that keeps my faith going… something that makes me think that there really may be someone/something greater out there.
This is a funny story displaying the transactional nature of prayer. Similar to previous posts this conception of ‘prayer and response’ is the defining attribute of faith for some people. Do we all need a form of personal proof or reassurance to accept faith? The wonder and mystery that are components of faith can reveal themselves through spectacular demonstrations or through mundane and simple occurrences like the monk “scratching” his nose.