I heard this anecdote from a doctor friend in the US. It was about a senior colleague, who had performed over 4000 heart surgeries at a phenomenal success rate of 98 %. Highly respected and sought after, he was a known atheist!
One day my friend asked him: "Agreed, you don't believe in God. But I'm sure you've seen that beautiful statue of Mother Mary just outside the main OT”. He nodded.
My friend continued: "On two occasions, when accompanying you to the OT, I noticed a strange thing. Was it accidental?"
"What?" the senior doctor asked.
With a smile, my friend told: "Well… You almost tripped when you reached the statue!"
The doctor thought for a while before replying: "You know the anxious moments in the OT. I am no different. As the surgery is over and the patient is brought off the bypass, I gaze at the heart, almost willing it to start. Until it settles down to a regular rhythm, I am desperate. I see all that I built up - my success, my reputation, respect - everything hanging precariously by a slender thread. And my mind involuntarily rushes to the spot, where you say I tripped".
Faith in God to some, is like that slender thread, unseen and unfelt; but rare moments in life help them discover it!
- October 2009