are those miracles
you affirm wrought formerly,
wrought no longer? Why?
Why, they say, are those miracles, which you affirm were wrought formerly, wrought no longer?
I might, indeed, reply that miracles were necessary before the world believed, in order that it might believe.
And whoever now-a-days demands to see prodigies that he may believe, is himself a great prodigy, because he does not believe, though the whole world does.
From City of God by Augustine (XXII.8-Page_488)
Why are there no more miracles?
Are there no more miracles?
Maybe I should ask, what is a miracle?
The online dictionary says it means, “… a surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency.”
I am not God.
That isn’t much of headline but worth noting.
Because if I were God it would be miracle that I didn’t revisit the Noah story with the idea of looking for a way around the promise of the rainbow.
If I were God and read that there had been a promise along with the rainbow that the world would never again be destroyed … in this way (by a flood), I would figure I had a whole lot of other ways at my command.
That I didn’t call up something to destroy the world every day for the disappointments the people of the world caused me, THAT would be a miracle.
… maybe it is.
God holds back and everyday the sun comes up.
Maybe that is the miracle, the surprising and welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and must therefore considered to be the work of a divine agency, behind the sunrise.
A daily something to believe in.
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