I greet you in Jesus’ precious name! It is Wednesday morning, the 22nd of October, 2025, and this is your friend, Angus Buchan, with a thought for today.

We start in the Gospel of John 2:11:

“This beginning of signs Jesus did in Cana of Galilee, and manifested His glory; and His disciples believed in Him.”

Jesus turned the water into wine at the marriage feast in Cana, the first miracle. 

My dear friend, I want to say something to you. One genuine miracle equals a thousand sermons. I really believe it with all of my heart. Jesus was known by the miracles He performed, not one, but many. But the sad thing was, He performed very few miracles in His home town, Nazareth, because of the unbelief of the people. Jesus could perform very few. I want to tell you, it wasn’t His sermons that convicted the people, it was the signs and wonders and miracles. 

Apart from the sermon on the mount, I don’t know of too many other sermons that Jesus preached, but miracles, one after another, and I want to tell you that faith begets faith. Faith is contagious. When you see a miracle, it changes the whole situation. I remember many years ago, preaching right up in the northern part of Mozambique, a place called Montepuez. It was a huge meeting. The soccer field was full of people, but nothing was happening. No one was responding. 

I looked up and I saw there was a line of muslims right along the back of the soccer field. I could see them by the white caps they were wearing, and there was nothing happening. The Holy Spirit spoke to me almost audibly. He said, “Stop preaching. They are not listening. There is a man in the front row, (I looked down. I saw him. His leg was sticking out straight) “go and pray for him.” I went down off the platform. I did not know who he was but everybody else did know who he was. He was a woodcutter. That was what his trade was, and what had happened was, a tree had fallen on top of him and crushed his leg, and they had put a steel pin through his leg. 

I walked up to him, laid my hands upon him, prayed the prayer of faith, “In the name of Jesus Christ, the Miracle-worker”, asked him to stand up, we took the crutches away and he was totally healed. He was running back and forwards in front of the platform and the people went wild. I didn’t have to make an altar call that day. They wanted to give their lives to Jesus before I had finished speaking, and the funny thing was too, amazingly, after the service, the muslim people came behind the big Seed Sower which I was preaching off, and they brought their sick children and their sick people for prayer. We prayed for the muslims for a long time after that service. One genuine miracle equals a thousand sermons!

Jesus bless you and goodbye!