When we hear the word, “Miracle”, we conjure up a myriad of thoughts that have been influenced by stories from others who knew somebody who met somebody who heard somebody say… or we see the Hollywood versions.
My frame of reference for miracles come primarily from the Holy Bible. And yes, I too have met people who have been present and have witnessed miracles such as people being raised from the dead, healing of incurable diseases, limbs grow back, amazing rescues from dangers, etc. The list is actually endless. And yes, I have witnessed firsthand a shriveled eye grow back and the man see again through it! But for most of us, we may spend our whole life and not see one of these “big miracles”. So we think.
We mostly are in the habit of grading every miracle against another to rate it’s scale of impressiveness. We sometimes put them in the “no way!” basket and disregard it because it seems so impossible or unbelievable.
And then others we think them too common to be rated a miracle anymore.
More recently, I had a tendon repaired in my left arm through shoulder arthroscopy. This is surgery that uses a tiny camera called an arthroscope to examine or repair the tissues inside or around your shoulder joint. The arthroscope is inserted through a small incision (cut) in your skin. We commonly refer to it as key hole surgery. All the tools, camera, screws, stitches etc all go in via these small holes.
When I examine the photos taken by this small camera, I was fascinated by the intricacy and the complexity of the tendons and bones as seen from the inside.
Here are some of the actual photos inside my arm:
I was impressed with the surgeon who worked on, and repaired, my tendon and reattached it to the bone with three titanium screws. But what really impressed me was when I looked at these pictures and realised how miraculous it is to see how amazingly our body has been designed, structured and holds together.
Not for one minute can I believe that this just evolved. I, I, … I was created.
For you [God] created my inmost being; you [God] knit me together in my mother’s womb.
My thoughts sweep swiftly to the birth of my two children… that first breath taken. Incredible. Miraculous.
Taking time to ponder further the the things I see around me; the close inspection of a blade of grass. Its texture, structure, resilience, flexibility. A flower. A sunset. Sunrise. The moon. The Milky Way viewed in the darkness of a remote and desolate area away from the lights of the city.
Take a moment now.
We see miraculous things every day.
It is all around us…we need only take the time to look.
And the Author of each miracle is God, Creator, Lover of our Souls. And He calls each one of us to personally know Him. That my friends, is the Greatest Miracle of all.