It's easy to imagine that miracles don't happen anymore these days. But God is a miracle working God – he was 2000 years ago and He is today. Nothing's changed and I for one, still believe in miracles.
Have you ever needed a miracle in your life? Have you ever wondered even what a miracle looks like?
Well, I decided to go to Wikipedia – the internet based encyclopaedia to find out what it says about miracles. Well, here's the definition it came up with:
A miracle is an event believed to be caused by the interposition of divine intervention by a supernatural being in the universe by which the ordinary operation of Nature is overruled, suspended, or modified.
A bit dry and clinical isn't it? But it's pretty much bang on the money. Except – I happen to believe not in the divine intervention of a super natural being in the universe, I happen to believe that the only God that performs miracles, real miracles, the sort that speak of His love for us – is the same God who sent His Son Jesus Christ to die for you and for me on that cross. Now, that was a miracle, not just the dying bit – as if that weren't enough – but the being raised from the dead bit. That is one major miracle.
Now it's easy to believe in miracles, until we desperately need one for ourselves. Until someone we love has cancer. Until we're the ones in the jobless queue. Until it's our marriage that's in trouble. Then all of a sudden, it becomes incredibly hard to believe in miracles.
Miracles are a difficult subject for us to talk about. Because I know that there's someone listening today who believed that God would do a miracle for their loved one who was dying – and they died anyway. And there's someone who believed in a miracle when they lost their job and couldn't afford to pay for their mortgage and they lost their house anyway. And there's someone today who believed … you get the picture? God doesn't always do miracles when we want Him to? Why? Because He's God and He gets to choose.
See the statistics are that we live in a world where, the last time I checked, out of every 100 people – any 100 you'd care to choose – out of every 100 people – exactly 100 will die at some point. The body gets old, it wears out and it gives up. Either that or Jesus will return first. It's just the way things are. I watched my dad die over 10 years ago, he was only 74.
A good friend of mine in Africa, his brother was killed by rebel fighters and his father was injured in the fighting and died because of the lack of medical care. Now this friend is a humble, powerful man of God. He believed for miracles.
We live in a world that rejected God and the result of that is that people suffer and people die. Look around, there are billions suffering in the world today. People who believe in Jesus and people who don't. Jesus suffered. Jesus asked for the suffering to be taken away – but it wasn't. But still, still I believe in miracles. Sometimes God steps in for no reason that's particularly apparent to us and performs a miracle.
The first time I prayed for someone to be healed was a woman at church. She had bad knees, they were painful, I prayed. Now I didn't really expect her to be healed and I kind of avoided her after that. Months later she told me that she had been healed.
I was shocked. Back then I thought it had something to do with me. And that – that's the mistake that's so easy to make. If I'm really, really, really, really good, God will give me a miracle. If I believe until I bust, if I clean up my act, if I do this or do that or say this or pray that … then, then I'll get the miracle I've been hoping for. See, that completely and utterly misses the point.
Let me read you something, a letter that the apostle Paul wrote. This comes from Galatians chapter 3, beginning at verse 1. He writes:
You foolish Galatians! Who has bewitched you? It was before your ey