Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Chi, Chi, Chi! Le, Le, Le!

Photo credit: Washington Post

I cannot stop watching.

Every time that capsule goes underground empty and comes back filled with one more miner, my heart jumps and my eyes fill with tears.

What can I say? I'm hormonal.

And emotional. Rightly so, I'd say. This whole miner rescue thing is really a miracle. And I do mean miracle. Who among us didn't entertain the thought 69 days ago that there was no way these guys were ever going to get out of there? Maybe I'm just showing my lack of faith again, but I sure thought about the possibility that they wouldn't ever see the light of day again.

But now, today, they are. Behind some pretty serious sunglasses so their eyes don't get damaged from the sudden shift from darkness to light, but they are definitely seeing the light of day.

They have dealt with cramped quarters, darkness, lack of food (although they were able to get some), missing their families, illness, and much more. And they have had to deal with each other.

I don't know about you, but I think I might get just a little bit tired of dealing with the same 33 people for 2 1/2 months straight. The complaining. The whining. The lack of personal hygiene. And that's just how I'd be acting if I were down there. They'd all hate me within about 24 hours. It's amazing my own family puts up with me.

This afternoon I turned on one of the news channels for a few minutes and heard something that made my ears perk up. The commentator was describing one of the men coming up out of the hole and he said, probably without thinking, "It's just like they are being born again." In more ways than one, Mr. Commentator. In more ways than one.

And just now, as I was writing this, the President of Chile was greeting the man who just came out of the hole and said, "Welcome back to life."

I look at the people hugging, kissing, patting each other on the back, clearly thrilled with this rebirth, and I hope and pray that these men truly do know the gift that they have been given. The rebirth with which they have been blessed.

I wonder. Do I? Do I rejoice in this way over the rebirth I've been given? Do I ever stop to think that at one time I was just like a miner trapped underground--a person facing death, without hope. And God reached down and gave me the gift of life. A gift I didn't deserve, but a gift for which I am so grateful.

Did you notice the shirts they were wearing when they came up out of the ground? The name of Jesus was written across their sleve, and a Bible verse written across their backs. It is Psalm 95:4: "In His hand are the depths of the earth, and the mountains belong to Him." Right there, for all the world to see.

God has been good. So good. To the miners, yes. But also to me.

Shelly

10 comments:

  1. You made me cry. I need to go turn on the news.

    Love you.
    Sandy

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  2. Yes, this truly a miracle. Most of the time things don't end this way. What a great witness to have the scripture on their shirts. I did not realize that! Thanks for sharing.
    Karen

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  3. One of my facebook friends posted this, and I liked it...
    "All I could think as the miners were rescued is that's what going to Heaven must be like... Everyone cheering that you're finally there, loved ones embracing you, horns blaring, the head man himself there to greet you..."

    It is an amazing, symbolic, event.
    Carmen

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  4. Carmen, I was thinking the same thing! What a great family reunion that will be.

    Sandy, you're making me laugh--you are so cute. :)

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  5. Oh, Heaven! Won't that be great?! I haven't gotten to see much of the coverage of the miners but it is SUCH a miracle. Praise God!

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  6. Shelly,
    I am deep in the packing boxes mode . . . but had to stop and sit down and watch each person coming up. I loved your thoughts here. I was also thinking about how each person mattered . . . whether they came up first, twenty second or last. Each one was special and worthy of honor. It reminded me of angels rejoicing over each one that finds the Savior.

    In honor of them . . . we had chili last night, but we spelled it chile.

    Fondly,
    Glenda

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  7. Wonderful thoughts, Linda and Glenda. And I love that you ate Chile for dinner, Glenda--too funny!

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  8. I had tears reading this too. I haven't been keeping up with the news so missed them being lifted out. What an awesome thing to write that on their clothing for all to see!

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  9. I watched every one of the men come out (except for two, when I fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning) and prayed for each as they ascended through the rock. It felt as if I was watching someone "give birth" to 33 (plus the 6 brave rescuers).

    It's funny, though, that I never could read what was on their shirts! Thanks so much for sharing that, Shelly!!!

    The event was a true miracle as well as an incredible feat of engineering and collaboration.

    But, as Carmen said, it was an an amazing, symbolic event. Birth; rebirth; life's journey; and, for some, the ultimate homecoming when we see "the head man" face to face.

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