Asking for a Miracle
A couple of hours ago, I watched this:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=neoqwJVPj74
It's beautiful isn't it? And many of the comments are just as beautiful. I recommend reading through some of them and sitting for a moment in awe of our God.
I was encouraged by this story of rescue and mercy. But soon after all the goose bumps faded, a question sneaked into the backdoor of my mind.
"What about everyone else?"
What about the people who still die of cancer, and the women who still get raped, and the little children who are still neglected? What about all of them? Where are their merciful rescues?
Do I sound like a spoiled brat right now? Or has anyone else ever felt this way before too?
Like when you walk through deep, unbearable pain, and then you're sitting in church the next Sunday listening to someone talking about how God did something miraculous in their life. And it's all you can do to just force a smile and a "Praise the Lord" and to stop yourself from asking, "What about me, God? Do you love me less than them? Why did you rescue them and just leave me to fend for myself?"
Yes, I've asked these questions and tightened my fist and looked angry at God because it just isn't fair!
No, life's not fair. My daddy always told me that.
Because sometimes one of the kids gets a special treat, and the rest of us just don't.
Because that is just the way it goes.
And no, God doesn't owe us anything.
We don't deserve a miracle.
We deserve to die.
And I just remembered that this is nothing new. Skeptics loved to ask Jesus for a miracle.
They expected Him to prove Himself with these magic tricks...
"'Teacher, we want to see a sign from you.'
He answered, 'A wicked and adulterous generation asks for a sign! But none will be given it except the sign of the prophet Jonah. For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of a huge fish, so the Son of Man will be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.'"
"Why are you asking me for a miracle?" He's saying in love. "Haven't I already given you more than you could ever want or imagine? I gave you myself. And that is more than you will ever need."
And this must be the answer I need to hear as well.
"Rebekah, I love you. Don't you remember what I've done for you? This is the miracle I've given you. Rejoice and gives thanks for it!"
Because why would I want any more miracles than the one I have already been given?
And I remember now that I don't need anything more.
Because He has already given me more than enough.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=neoqwJVPj74
It's beautiful isn't it? And many of the comments are just as beautiful. I recommend reading through some of them and sitting for a moment in awe of our God.
I was encouraged by this story of rescue and mercy. But soon after all the goose bumps faded, a question sneaked into the backdoor of my mind.
"What about everyone else?"
What about the people who still die of cancer, and the women who still get raped, and the little children who are still neglected? What about all of them? Where are their merciful rescues?
Do I sound like a spoiled brat right now? Or has anyone else ever felt this way before too?
Like when you walk through deep, unbearable pain, and then you're sitting in church the next Sunday listening to someone talking about how God did something miraculous in their life. And it's all you can do to just force a smile and a "Praise the Lord" and to stop yourself from asking, "What about me, God? Do you love me less than them? Why did you rescue them and just leave me to fend for myself?"
Yes, I've asked these questions and tightened my fist and looked angry at God because it just isn't fair!
No, life's not fair. My daddy always told me that.
Because sometimes one of the kids gets a special treat, and the rest of us just don't.
Because that is just the way it goes.
And no, God doesn't owe us anything.
We don't deserve a miracle.
We deserve to die.
And I just remembered that this is nothing new. Skeptics loved to ask Jesus for a miracle.
They expected Him to prove Himself with these magic tricks...
"'Teacher, we want to see a sign from you.'
He answered, 'A wicked and adulterous generation asks for a sign! But none will be given it except the sign of the prophet Jonah. For as Jonah was three days and three nights in the belly of a huge fish, so the Son of Man will be three days and three nights in the heart of the earth.'"
"Why are you asking me for a miracle?" He's saying in love. "Haven't I already given you more than you could ever want or imagine? I gave you myself. And that is more than you will ever need."
And this must be the answer I need to hear as well.
"Rebekah, I love you. Don't you remember what I've done for you? This is the miracle I've given you. Rejoice and gives thanks for it!"
Because why would I want any more miracles than the one I have already been given?
And I remember now that I don't need anything more.
Because He has already given me more than enough.
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