“We can see a thousand miracles around us every day. What is more supernatural than an egg yolk turning into a chicken?” This quote by S. Parkes Cadman, American clergyman and newspaper writer, reminds me of how when my children were little they saw the world, full of surprises and abundant with miracles.
I would crack open eggs week after week and only think of how I needed to get breakfast made and the kids out the door to school on time. They say mystery, the hand of God, and often reminded me to stop and look at the stars or to notice how the full moon lit up the yard, or they could get me to laugh when I had been in a bad mood all day –now that was really a miracle.
Webster’s says a miracle is “an extraordinary event manifesting divine intervention in human affairs.” This definition makes me think of events that are important to my faith such as Mary giving birth to the son of God, Jesus raising Lazarus from the dead, and Jesus’ own resurrection. And it makes me take note of heroic rescues or spontaneous healing doctors can’t explain.
Some of us have had seasons in our lives when we didn’t believe in, look for, or pay attention to miracles–when we’ve been busy, distracted and cynical. I’ve been there more times than I’d like to admit. Then there are seasons when we are keenly aware of just how miraculous day-to-day life is–an answered prayer, God’s guidance through a tragedy, the birth of a child, a mended relationship, a new way of looking at an old problem, recovery or a word of kindness when maybe we didn’t deserve it.
Albert Einstein said that there are only two ways to live life. As if nothing is a miracle or as if everything is a miracle. I figure most of us bounce back and forth between the two beliefs.
But what if we lived life looking at everything as a miracle?