The Gospel miracles can make a life of faith very difficult for the average Christian. In tragic times we long for Jesus to show compassion and provide the grand miracle that will take away our despair. We cling to the vision that miracles should be like those in the New Testament, but we risk missing the smaller miracle moments in which God’s compassion can enter into our upside-down world, touch our most pain-filled places, and restore our shattered hearts. M. Jan Holton, Feasting on the Word
Good Folks, it is Friday, July 1, 2016. Fourth of July is right around the corner with all its festivities in our local church, community, state and nation. Enjoy, make memories and be safe, and wear lots of mosquito repellent. Just remember “Zika.”
I came across this paragraph while reading a commentary on preparing for a recent sermon. In this one paragraph lies many huge doctrinal issues: miracles, faith, Christian, Jesus, and the wherewithal on a glimpse of what Holton wanted us to read and ultimately see. What caught my attention is the phrase, we risk missing the smaller miracle moments.
Words that come to mind: I believe in miracles, in the song by Hot Chocolate, You Sexy Thing. The word “miracles” is found only 11 times in 11 verses in the Old and New Testament; however, from Genesis to Revelation there are countless events that display a miracle, an event that seemingly defies logic and laws of nature.
Personally, I believe that miracles happen. I believe that God continues to create and bring life from chaos and nothingness.
Many who read this weekly epistle have experienced gut wrenching moments when our loves are held in the balance of life and death. I know what I want, life. I want full recovery. I want cancer to be eradicated. I want strokes to be gone and full body functions restored. I do not want to get old. I do not want anyone else to get old.
We have to have replacement parts for our hip, knee, and shoulder to who knows where. I am reminded that in transplant surgery, yes our loved one might be a recipient of an organ transplant, but someone died to make this happen; a miracle we believed is ours came with great grief to someone else due to unforeseen circumstances.
On my driver’s license I have a small with the words “Donor” within. This is a conscience decision on my part to allow any organs that can be used (harvested) upon my untimely death. We hear of many stories of where so many received a cornea, cartilage, heart, liver, lung and other parts of the human body. For some, a miracle happened. For others, tragedy.
Miracles happen all the time. I see them when birds nest in my birdhouse and I hear the chirping of the baby birds. I see miracles in small things and know that God continues to part the waters of our lives, so that we can cross to the other side.
Like the widow about to bury her only son, Christ had compassion on her and life was no longer the same. (Luke 7) Miracles.
Blessings from Duncanville,