Miracles

I've been reading a lot of Bible study type books--it's like hearing a Sunday sermon except longer. And when it gets boring I can skip ahead. Today, I was reading When God Whispers Your Name by Max Lucado. He was talking about Moses being called out by God after he'd killed an Egyptian who was beating a slave and ran off to the dessert, and how Jesus was sort of an ordinary guy when he performed miracles. Those two things don't seem to go together much when I put it like that...except for one thing.

It got me thinking about miracles.

Max was talking about how any one of us could have been written about in the Bible. Some of the stuff people said about Jesus could have just as easily been said about us. Some of the stuff Jesus did (going to a wedding, working as a handyman) could be replaced easily by the things we do. Sure. I get it. But those miracles were stop you in your tracks miracles. People knew they were witnessing something of God. I don't think I can say that of the miracles in my life.

Sure, we all have them--the birth of children, amazing sunsets, miracle healings. But those miracles aren't very...miraculous. They sort of happen every day. The sun floods my car and blinds me on my way to work EVERY DAY. Sure, it's pretty amazing how one minute, a baby is inside of a pregnant woman and then, pop! It's out and she's a mother. Wow! But ask my sister-in-law, the midwife how many babies she delivers in a day? I'll bet it's more than one.

Wouldn't you love to see a miracle? A sight that makes you get down on your knees because you KNOW you're face to face with God? I sure would. Not that sunsets and babies aren't great--they are. I love my girls. And without the miracle in a sunset, I woudn't have my husband. But I want to see the bush on fire! I want God to split the ocean down the middle, take me by the hand and say "let's go for a stroll"! Turn my morning coffee into wine (OK, leave my coffee--maybe my Diet Coke). Fill my bread box with just two pieces and feed me for months on food that falls from the sky! Wow! Now, those were miracles!

The every day miracles are amazing when you think about what's behind them. But I want to see something that will dare me NOT to believe it. I want God to show me what He can do.

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