II Kings 4-6
Miracles abound! Old women having babies, dead raised to life, floating
ax heads, cured lepers and seeing the future. I love miracles; I’m rarely skeptical and delight in these
stories. There are times, however,
when doubt scratches me the wrong way.
You know what the biggest cure for doubt is? Miracles! Like
how a spider can weave beauty, how mixing dirt, water and sun together grows
bananas, or better still how a human can eat hamburgers, salads and cheerios
and grow another human inside her.
How about the light from the sun traveling 93,000,000 miles through
frigid space, -477 F, and strikes my face still warm, or how the love I
experience for my grandbabies is exceedingly different from the love I feel for
my children, or why art exists.
Here is a truth. When we
believe in miracles and take pleasure in their existence we are given the
ability to see them everywhere. We
are then miraculously filled with an ongoing sense of gratefulness and thanksgiving.
How about this miracle, God is spit on, beaten, bloodied, whipped till His flesh is splattering on the ground, nailed heart and soul to a tree and…and with each moment I was being healed…was killed.
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