Some people don’t believe in miracles. I guess I understand that. I can’t prove miracles happen any more than the next person. Nor can I disprove them and that’s why I’m open to them. In theory.
Now don't think I dismiss theories as less important than facts. For example, we all drive down the highway based on the theory that drivers are going to remain on their own side of the line. Sadly, that is a theory, not a fact. And yet we keep on driving, sometimes even blissfully singing to the music as we go.
So anyway, since miracles are not really provable, I wonder if we should be more interested in the miracles' effects rather than the miracles themselves. You know what I mean right? That appreciation for the wonders. That sudden rush. That joyfulness. Isn't that what's more important? And we need plenty of that in our lives. We just do. So here's my pea-brained suggestion: just lower your miracle standards and then I honestly think you will see miracles do indeed happen. All. The. Time. Examples:
True story: we were sitting around the campfire one evening not long ago when someone pulled out the fixings for s’mores and then suddenly out come these JUMBO marshmallows. Have you seen these things?! They look like toilet-paper rolls! I had to take pictures. Miracle!
True story: I recall at least once my wife told introverted me that I had no choice but to go to some big social event that I absolutely did not want to attend and then what happened? It was cancelled. Miracle!
True story: I was nervous about a meeting I had to go to recently but when I returned home for supper my wife was actually DEEP-FRYING potatoes. Miracle!
True story: our plumber told us our new dishwasher would magically stop leaking. It did. (I think it did.) Miracle!
True story: my son lost his wallet a few times so when my wife noticed it in some random location yet again, she hid it. Her goal was to teach him to be more conscientious and responsible but when he finally noticed it was missing, she couldn’t remember where she hid it. The “lesson” sort of failed but then about a week later, he found it. Miracle!
True story: sometimes people read my blogging drivel. Miracle!
22 comments:
A good-looking woman thought it would be a good idea to marry me. Miracle!
On the other hand, I'm scared to drive now.
Does lowering your standards make you and optimist or a pessimist?
The existence of air conditioning alone is proof of miracles...and peanuts, and bananas, and albino pygmy marmosets, and anything the Insane Clown Posse sang about.
Found a quarter on the sidewalk this morning. Miracle! Hey, you're right -- lowering your standards DOES work!
i'm the fifth comment = miracle
Grapes into wine = miracle.
p.s. are you absolutely sure the dishwasher isn't leaking? ;~)
One time I was so broke in my 20's that I had no money for food, I got a GST rebate the next day in the mail 4 weeks before they were suppose to be sent out! True Story and a miracle!
True Story: When I was sixteen (or so) I hated going to the dentist (still do) and while in the waiting room, I prayed that God would get me out of the cavity filling my mom had scheduled. Somehow, they didn't have it on the calendar. Miracle. :)
Don't believe miracles at all. The above true stories are can be put down to fate, karma or just jolly good luck :-).
My true miracle story: Hid a snack in the back of the fridge last week & forgot all about it. Found it the other day when I was foraging.
Small things that make you *clap*.
It's a miracle I've yet to permanently eff up my kids. That I know of.
Thanks for making me smile.
And Munk - lowering your standards makes you neither an optimist nor a pessimist. It makes you an opportunist!
I totally agree with this theory. And I hide things from my kids and can't recall where I hid them quite regularly...
Nice post.
I will take the business card of that plumber.
Thanks.
There are miracles all over the world...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i9qW6HEBo_c
I think you'll love it. Translation = I love it so you should, too.
I love your blogging drivel. FACT!
A nice and simple resolution to a misunderstood concept. The biggest problem with people that don't witness miracles is that they're looking for something too damn big. The 787 floated down to the ground like a feather, literally, miracle. My dad's horribly disfigured face reconstructed itself overnight, MIRACLE! Well, how about these? You were born at some point in the past, you continue to breath, and you wake up every morning. Now, those are what I consider miracles.
Great post dbs.
So many kind people with so many comments about my drivel. Miracle!
(And yes, Teachinfourth, I loved the video. Thanks.)
nice post
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Where can I buy some of those rose coloured spectacles? They seem kind of cool.
I believe in miracles. For instance, I was thinking that my brother really needed to get my nephew a better haircut. And then he did. Miracle.
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