Do You Believe In Miracles?


There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle.
Albert Einstein

On the long road back to California from Christmas in my hometown, this quote from the German-born physicist grabbed hold of my brain and begged to be pondered.

I turned it over and over in my head, arriving at this conclusion:

The central question is whether you wish to believe there is purpose to life.

The first case is guided by a belief disconnected people smack against each other coincidentally, a haphazard sequence of actions leads to events large and small. Day-to-day choices — and, by extension, life as a whole — are basically irrelevant.

In short, we merely exist for a time and die with some joy sprinkled in to make the grind easier to bear.

Such an attitude quickly leads to disillusionment and detachment — nothing really matters, why be concerned with consequences? We wander around grumbling about circumstances without understanding our worth or the boundless possibilities of every day between birth and death.

Our time is a series of inconsequential actions crossing over with others’ inconsequential actions narrated by the voice(s) in our heads.

It is very challenging to have an adventure this way.

In the second philosophy, every moment is imbued with design. Individuals cross paths in a specific order and for designated reasons. Lives are knitted together such that we are eager to see what’s next.

Thus, the whole universe becomes a symphony.

Each instrument’s sound blends into a magnificent result under the direction of a spirited master conductor. Every note resonates perfectly as one concerto bleeds into the next.

A “fantastic coincidence,” has implicit direction from a loving God.  When a “chance meeting” works out for good, there is a tacit acknowledgment of purpose, an unconscious nod to something pulling things together — regardless of how much one works to suppress it.

No matter how hard the heart, a question always comes up:

Is it “good luck”?  Or is it “good God”?

The miraculous goes beyond our willingness to accept.

It occurs and we can only shake our heads.

Deep down, we know.

Even the worst experiences — those in which the strongest believer turns to the sky and asks, “How could You let this happen?” — have value when viewed with perspective.

Heartache becomes a blessing instead of a curse.

Isn’t that a miracle?



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