Miracle of God
A midnight-like darkness hampered the struggling group as it crossed a valley between two high mountain ranges. “We could see absolutely nothing,” Paot late told a missionary, Maxine Stewart. “We didn’t even know where to step.” Suddenly hundreds of fireflies swarmed into view. Their glow made enough light for the people to see the path. The refugees reached the next mountain by “firefly light,” said Mrs. Stewart in the April issue of the Commission Magazine.
After Paot was transferred
to Kham Put refugee camp, she was invited to a Christian meeting, “I know that
old man,” she exclaimed at a picture on the wall of the chapel. “He is the one
who led us and showed us the way to
Miracles of Jairus’ Daughter
There was a time when the first-born daughter of that great English expositor of Scripture, Dr. G. Campbell Morgan, lay at the point of death. Years later, speaking on the incident of the raising of Jairus’ daughter, he said these words:
“I can hardly speak of this matter without becoming personal and reminiscent, remembering a time forty years ago when my own first lassie lay at the point of death, dying. I called for Him then, and He came, and surely said to our troubled hearts, “Fear not, believe only.” He did not say, “She shall be made whole.” She was not made whole on the earhly plane; she passed away into the life beyond. But He did say to her, ‘Talitha cumi,’ that He needed her, and He took her to be with Himself. She has been with Him for all these years, as we measure time here, and I have missed her every day. But His word, ‘Believe only,’ has been the strength of all the passing years.” ── Michael P. Green《Illustrations for Biblical Preaching》
Miracles of Jairus’ Daughter
Ray Stedman has told the story of a time when he and his wife were driving through Oregon with his little daughter, Susan. She had developed a fever the night before, when they were staying in a motel, but it didn’t seem serious. As they drove along, all of a sudden the little girl went into convulsions. Her eyes turned up, her body began to jerk, and she obviously was in great danger. Stedman’s heart clutched. He stopped the car, grabbed Susan, and stumbled across the road to a farmhouse that happened to be visible nearby. It was about six in the morning, but the frantic father thundered on the door. When a woman appeared, he cried out, “My daughter is very sick-she’s in convulsions. Do you have a bathtub where we can put her in warm water?”
The lady was so taken aback she hardly knew what to say. She motioned down the hall, and without waiting for any words, Stedman pushed the front door open, went down the hall, and started running water in the tub. Later he called a doctor and arranged to take his daughter to him for an examination.
It all turned out all right, but Stedman never forgot that moment when it looked as though his daughter was going to die. Later he found out this farm family had the only bathtub and the only phone for miles around!
This is the same emotion that drove Jairus, that agonized father, to Jesus-the fear that his little one, who had blessed their home and filled it with sunshine for twelve years, was to be taken from them. ── Michael P. Green《Illustrations for Biblical Preaching》
In a recent number of the "Sunday School Times" a story is told of an Eastern king which illustrates at once our delusion respecting natural processes, and also God's work and presence in them. The king was seated in a garden, and one of his counselors was speaking of the wonderful works of God.
"Show me a sign," said the king, "and I will believe."
"Here are four acorns," said the counselor, "will you, Majesty, plant them in the ground, and then stoop down for a moment and look into this clear pool of water?"
The king did so, "Now," said the other, "look up."
The king looked up and saw four oak-trees where he had planted the acorns. "Wonderful!" he exclaimed, "this is indeed the work of God."
"How long were you looking into the water?" asked the counselor.
"Only a second," said the king. "Eighty years have passed as a second," said the other. The king looked at his garments; they were threadbare. He looked at his reflection in the water; he had become an old man. "There is no miracle here, then," he said angrily.
"Yes," said the other, "it is God's work, whether he did it in one second or in eighty years."
Sunday School Times.
God seems to do nothing of Himself which He can possibly delegate to His creatures. He commands us to do slowly and blunderingly what He could do perfectly and in the twinkling of an eye.
C.S. Lewis, Studies in Theology.
An alcoholic became a believer, was asked how he could possibly believe all the nonsense in the Bible about miracles. "You don't believe that Jesus changed the water into wine do you?" "I sure do, because in our house Jesus changed the whiskey into furniture."
R. Stedman, Authentic Christianity, p. 36.
Everybody in the hospital was awaiting a visit from Pope John Paul II. A doctor with a handful of paperwork took a seat in a wheelchair and busied himself with his notes. The Pope swept in, and blessed the doctor, who immediately stood up and walked forward. The devout in the Pope's entourage crossed themselves and rolled their eyes upward.
L.M. Boyd, Crown Syndicate, January, 1984.
Percentage of adults who mostly agree or completely agree with the statement, "Even today, miracles are performed by the power of God": 82.
Princeton Religion Research Center's PRRC Emerging Trends, November 1988.