I don’t believe in miracles anymore. At least, not like I once did. I know this because I recently had a minor miracle take place in my life, and I know it came from God despite my best efforts to pass it off as coincidence or happenstance. My apologies for being circumspect (the polite term) or non-specific; however, I want to keep some things between God and I, sharing some details with only a few individuals and one with none at all. Here’s what happened:
Some months ago, one of my nephews dropped off the grid, causing worry for his mother as well as the rest of our family. After weeks of missing person reports, questioning, calls to various law enforcement agencies, and requests of friends far and wide, someone contacted my sister and informed her that my nephew was okay and told her where he was located. That is all we heard.
More recently and unrelated to my nephew’s disappearance, I felt that the Holy Spirit was moving me to act in a certain way—it is this particular action that I will keep to myself—but, since the opportunity to do so was not immediately available, I delayed doing anything in response to the prompting of God.
We should pause here to examine my stance: I believe that Jesus is the Messiah and Christ, the Son of the Living God and that He communicates to His followers by various means. Now, I had received what I believed to be a prompting to act by God, the Creator of the universe, and I decided to put it off until it was convenient. Am I nuts? Maybe. “But it just may be a lunatic you’re looking for” (Rolling Stones).
On a daily basis I was confronted with my instructions (call it a feeling if you will) from my Lord and Savior until an opportunity to act presented itself. I acted. I acted on what I thought God wanted me to do and I immediately knew I had done the right thing and that I had fulfilled God’s desire. Let me be clear—this was a minor act affecting very few, if any people. But I was obedient to my God and it felt good.
About ten minutes later my sister informed that she had talked to my nephew and he was fine. This phone call was the first communication she had received from him since he disappeared, and I have spoken to him since that time and he seems to be doing fine.
Coincidence? Sure, why not. Easier to think that than to believe that the Lord God Almighty, Creator of the universe and of all life takes interest in the details of my life. Coincidence is not nearly as intimidating, nor as frightening.
I don’t believe in miracles anymore. Not like I once did. And while the knowledge of a phone call from a nephew to his mother may seem trivial to some (not miraculous at all), in my eyes, this event held great significance. Hearing about my nephew’s call a few minutes after obeying God’s prompting was probably just a coincidence. But I have doubts.