Last week in Primary, Tom gave a lesson on faith and ended with the idea that faith can change your life. He suggested that when you want something good, you write it down on a card in the present tense such as "Tom and Louise buy ocean cottage this year," tape it on the bathroom mirror, say it aloud a few times a day, and the universe will give it to you. (Mark 11: 23-24).
This is absolutely true, people. Be careful what you ask for.
"What is something you would like to have?" Tom asked the class.
Caleb with light wistfulness said he wanted a DS lite, an electronic handheld game that costs about 125 dollars. Everyone has one, but he doesn't. He's eight. DS rules the world.
I'm pretty sure that Caleb's family cannot throw around $125 for a DS.
I'm not God, but I think everyone should have his dreams come true. I lay awake at night thinking of Caleb and the DS. I could send him one anonymously in October. I could be Caleb's angel. Presumptuous angel.
On Father's Day, our class sat around the table making cards, and Caleb, who sat next to me, said softly, "I had a sort of miracle this week," and turned his head as if he hoped I hadn't heard him.
"Tell me," I said. "Tell me about your miracle."
"My grandma works in the schools and she brought home a box of old lost-and-found things and there was a DS in there."
My mouth fell open. "You got a DS this week?"
He nodded. "Not just for me but for all of our family."
"THIS week?" I was in shock. The universe works without my manipulation?
"That isn't sort of a miracle; that is a miracle." I said.
I love to be taught by an eight-year old. Thank you, Universe.