“I am with you always … ”Matthew 28:20
From where I write I can see several miracles.
White-crested waves slap the beach with rhythmic regularity. One after the other the rising swells of salt water gain momentum, humping, rising, then standing to salute the beach before crashing onto the sand. How many billions of times has this simple mystery repeated itself since time began?
In the distance lies a miracle of colors-twins of blue.
The ocean-blue of the Atlantic encounters the pale blue of the sky, separated only by the horizon, stretched like a taut wire between two poles.
Also within my eyesight are the two bookends of life.
A young mother pushes a baby in a carriage, both recent participants with God in the miracle of birth.
They pass a snowy-haired, stooped old gentleman seated on a bench, a victim of life's thief-age. (I wonder if he is aware of the curtain closing on his life.)
Behind them are three boys kicking a soccer ball on the beach.
With effortless skill they coordinate countless muscles and reflexes, engage and disengage perfectly designed joints … all to do one task-move a ball in the sand.
Miracles.
Divine miracles.
And they are as much a reminder of God's presence as were the walking lame, fleeing demons, and silenced storms.
From God Came Near, Copyright 1987, Max Lucado
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