Miracles and the Church of Ta Pinu

The story began with our first night on Malta. Ithappened to rule out the possibility of miracles.As
was a comedy of errors, though it didn't seem allwe were leaving, Evie bought a medal for fity
that funny at the time. I foolishly rented a car andMaltese cents, the equivalent of a dollar and a half.
we drove around lost until nearly four o'clock inShe put it in her wallet and forgot about it. At
the morning when we happened to run into anoon on that 13th of May she started from her
friendly police officer who led us to our hotel.Fromoffice to a nearby printer. After she finished the
that point, nothing especially eventful happenederrand, she was to meet our daughter, Katie.
except that we found a wonderful little GuestKatie was about to be confirmed and needed a
House in the city of Sliema, the Soleado, and tookdress so the two of them were going to look for
up residence there. During our week's sojourn, weone together. As Evie was about to cross the
spent most of our days visiting Valletta and doingstreet, a fugitive in a stolen car ran into her at a
other touristy things and our nights trying outhigh speed, hurling her more than ten feet into
new things to eat. I actually liked Octopus andthe air and striking her head against the windshield
Rabbit stew. And the snails weren't too bad,as she came down.At 5:30, Katie came home
either. With our time on the island dwindling tovery worried. Mom hadn't shown up. She told me
their final hours, we decided we wanted to visitto turn on the news and we watched a report
Gozo, one of the three islands that make up theabout a police chase in downtown Minneapolis that
tiny country. We had read about its rustic charmsresulted in the injury of a middle-aged woman.
in a guide book. Where the big island of Malta wasShe was sure that was Mom. Worried, I called a
highly developed, Gozo was a step back in timefriend at Evie's workplace. She told me no one
to Malta of the early 1900s. On the next to lasthad seen her since noon. When I called Hennepin
day of our stay we made up our minds to go.County Medical Center, I got crushing news. Evie
That morning we took a bus up to the 'whale'swas in intensive care.Beside myself, I got into the
tail.' Malta is shaped like a whale and the ferrycar and tore off for the hospital. Even now I
landing was at the northernmost tip.The ferry haswonder how I got there without getting in an
been in service for more than a century. It wasn'taccident myself. A nurse led me to a hospital bed.
fast, but it was dependable. We munched onThe swollen bruised and cut face I saw lying on
pastizzi, a Maltese pastry, and drank capuccinothe pillow had me making a dash for the closest
while we sat on the deck of the stodgy vesselrest room.The head nurse was waiting for me. It
and watched the landing place slowly come intowas a miracle Evie was alive, she said. She had
view. The trip took less than half an hour and webeen struck with such force and had suffered
soon landed at the village of Mgarr, (pronouncedsuch head trauma that in most cases she would
Em-jarr.)Not knowing what else to do, we hired ahave been killed instantly. Even more miraculous,
local cabbie to show us the sights. He began byshe was awake and lucid when the rescue team
taking us to the capital, Rabat, which is alsobrought her into the emergency room. Although
known as Victoria. After walking along the top ofshe couldn't talk, she understood what had
the wall of the city and visiting gift shops, wehappened and responded to questions with
were ready to try something different. The drivereyeblinks. I went to her bed and took her hand.
suggested that we pay a visit to Ta Pinu. PopeShe squeezed it. The next day, we had our first
John Paul II had visited the church, and it waspost-accident conversation. She sounded so much
known as a place for miracles. Leon, our cabbie,like the Evie I had known and loved that I couldn't
told us that the walls were lined with discardedcontrol my emotions and I started to blubber. The
canes, casts and crutchs that were no longernurse was right. It was a miracle.The second
needed after supplicants had made theirmiracle wasn't apparent until months later. Despite
pilgrimages there.We were happy for thethe horrendous collision, she had sustained only a
suggestion. Malta has some of the most beautifulbroken pelvis and a minor brain injury. Her physical
churches in the world, and we hadn't grown tiredinjuries were the first to heal. But to this day she
of looking at them.True to our guide's word, westill has double vision looking down and problems
found hundreds of typewritten accounts as wellwith her short term memory.One day months
as plaster casts and other accoutrements for thelater, she happened to find the medal she had
lame and disabled. Many of the stories werebought at Ta Pinu. She remembered the miracles.
especially touching, dealing with children who wereWas she another? We will never know if it saved
born with deformities or had been injured inher life, but we're both glad she had it with her on
accidents. Hopeful parents had brought themthat terrible day.After spending many years as a
there and left their testimony to the wonders thesubstitute teacher and selling collectibles, John
church had performed. We're Methodists, so weAnderson is a full-time free lance writer. His first
were a little skeptical. But we also know thatnovel, The Cellini Masterpiece, was published in
there are too many unexplained things that haveOctober of 2004 by iUniverse Press.