I have stood by patients’ bedsides as a medical doctor.
That moment when you have to look relatives in the eye and say,
“Medically speaking, there is no hope.”
When what you really mean is,
“Based on everything we know, this patient will almost certainly die.”
Nothing prepares you for that silence.
That is when you truly understand helplessness.
The exact point where medicine ends, skill ends, effort ends.
When man cannot help you.
In that moment you'll understand
"I will lift up my eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help, my help cometh from the Lord".
Arguing with unbelievers about the reality of miracles is just like this.
A man who can see, standing there, trying to explain colours
to someone who was born blind.
And the blind man, calm and confident, says,
“There’s no such thing as colour.”
@molarah26@Cyndymartins@kunle_kenny Mowunmi your comment came out wrongly. You were trying to be logical while pandering to the main character of the post.