There’s this thing that happens when you read the Bible about miracles being performed to the amazement of hundreds and even thousands. Today, I believe most of us would have a hard time dealing with “so-called” miracles and merely chalk that kind of thinking as “back in the day” type stuff. That was then. This is now.
Sure, Christ and His early followers did the unexplainable, the unbelievable, the stuff modern science still can’t figure out. The question is: Do you really believe in miracles?
Our explanation, our feelings are rationalized because, after all, the Bible is a book of faith and not a book of science. Well, for Christians at least, the truth of miracles is crystallized in whether or not Jesus actually came back from the dead. It is the foundation of our belief. That’s probably why we’re called believers.
I believe miracles occur every day and everybody is the beneficiary of them. You see, I think life itself is a miracle. As I’ve stated many times, I am because He is; He being God, of course. As I continue to grow in Christ, I humbly appreciate life more and more as a gift, a blessing and less and less as an afterthought of habit.
Things become very interesting once you accept Christ for who He really is. I can readily admit to anyone who will listen that my appreciation of life is magnified by what it allows you to do. The fact that when I open my eyes on my own existence, I am able to gain a perspective on God’s other creations, including you. I am able to live and breathe and taste and see and hear and think and, yes, also love.
I am because He is. It kind of gives you a brand new perspective on God’s most precious gift: time.
God’s everyday miracle is still how much He loves me (and you). That love is why we’re here. Because of it, every now and then I am not so consumed with a habitual view of life. I can start a morning, end a day with a sincere “thank you.” I can pray for the blessing of a new day, one that includes the revelation of who God is and who I am to Him. And that knowledge lets me pass this way in truth and not ignorance.
The age of miracles is still here. The proof: you woke up this morning to a new day in a world you didn’t create. You can think that’s normal if you want to.
I choose to believe in miracles, those of the ancient world and the ones that have me writing this to you now. This life thing is impossible for me to take for granted, as it should be for you. As you consume the most powerful miracle ever, the gift of today, yesterday and tomorrow pale in comparison.
