In ancient Greek theatre, actors playing as gods were lowered onto a stage using a wooden crane. They would enter the plot as a way of fixing seemingly impossible problems. As a member of the church, I spent far too much time expecting the unexpected plot change. Maybe somebody would care enough to react to my apparent downward spiral, or maybe I would die tragically young in a terrible accident. Whatever it was, I was waiting. Waiting makes for a pitiful existence. It is reliance on miracles that causes people to lose hope. “Why, oh why can’t I have just this one miracle? Am I not entitled?”
Think about a time when you were the unexpected delivering force. You may have whisked an animal out of harms way and cradled it in your arms to comfort it. You may have stepped in and helped somebody in dire need. If you are recipient of such an unexpected arbitration, it can feel like a gift from some supernatural force. It’s no wonder that people say God is watching out for them.
Miracles are not indicative of a divine presence.
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