Posted on 06/14/2014 9:23:22 PM PDT by MNDude
I believe in miracles (as in the Biblical sense), but I don't think I can say I've actually ever witnessed one. I'm curious if anyone here feels they've ever seen a real one before. If so, what is your miracle story?
I’m trying to do the right thing and sometimes yes I’m clumsy about it. I can talk like that because I’ve been there and done that. I had an ego so big it’s a “miracle” my skull didn’t bust open. But I couldn’t see God, couldn’t see the need for a salvation that meant more than just good luck with what I jolly well wanted to do. I needed a whole new point of view. God finally showed me who was boss and it wasn’t me... and yet He wasn’t some arbitrary tyrant. I had thrown in my soul with Satan’s proud evil, and I had to be humbled.
The Lord pierces through the seeming barrier of existence’s meaninglessness at times when we need Him most. Some of these occasions can only fully be appreciated in 20-20 hindsight.
It might be the same actual angel that was with your grandmother, or group of them.
As for she herself, if she was a believer, she is not an angel; she is a saint.
We could stand to be be careful here. Some sins create greater troubles than other sins, and corrupt more things than other sins, so in that aspect, yes there are big and small sins — and yet all have a common element: they are the result of a relationship with the demonic world that God permitted us to throw ourselves into and yet He hates. God is concerned about individual sins, but even more fundamentally so about our relationship to Him. The sin that is the worst is the one which wilfully and dedicatedly closes off the avenue to accepting God’s salvation. Jesus referred to it as the unforgivable sin. Forgiveness must be accepted. Not accepting it leaves one ... surprise .. unforgiven.
I have been a Christian since I was 8. I knew He was always there for me. That lesson was really brought home in 2004 when our younger daughter died. I have seen families torn apart after losing a child. I did not know until years later that people were watching me to see my reaction. There is absolutely nothing worse than losing a child. Within 3 years, we lost my brother, husband, and my mom. I tell people if I make it through January, the rest of the year is lots better. My daughter, mom, dad, and a grandfather died during that month. God is very real just like that ole song says. I do not understand how people make it without Him.
Amen, Amen and Amen!
The tragedies happened in January, I take it. I am sorry to hear about that. It can claw your guts out, so to speak.
My own mother died of sudden heart attack in a January. Grew up in a family in which belief ranged from none to nominal. My father eventually grew in faith through the stress, finally confessing salvation only weeks before he died eleven years later in the summer. Then two years later, I received the Lord in great tumult. Sometimes the old hell fire is really the only thing that can come home, though I do not suggest that in general for evangelistic openers. I had embraced a brutal spirit and God had to show Himself even keener than that to pull me away.
Amen!
It is not the magnitude, but the quality, of the thing that counts. When you mean it, it will be obvious. The devil will try to get you to second guess based on trivia. He deserves to be ignored, though if you don’t ignore him you will learn lessons, the hard way.
My wife had the side of her skull cutout to remove an acoustic neuroma that was so involved with various things that she could not stand without falling down. The surgery lasted 14 hours at Yale and when she woke up the next morning she remembered everything I had told her in NICU which amazed the head of Neurosurgery at Yale. This was when she was about 54 years old. When she was 30 she had breast cancer and a radical mastectomy. At 50 she had cancer in her other breast and that time needed a heavy dose of chemotherapy. This past year her and I worked every night when I got home from work to finish the basement in my daughters house, my daughter is a widow with three girls 14 and under. She cut and I nailed the framing. The two of us drywalled the ceiling and the walls, did the electrical, plumbing etc. When she was 60 she sat on the peek of the roof and cut shingles for me as I nailed. We have a two story home about 2200 sq ft.
Is that miraculous? I don’t know but it sure amazes me and I thank God every day for looking kindly on us.
Her neurosurgeon said her CT scan was about the worst he had seen and had tears in his eyes and said,”I guess it just wasn’t your time.” We were humbled to our knees. Thank you, Jesus.
Not so sure I’ve ever seen one, but could sure use one. Been in St. Joseph Hospital in Tacoma with my Mom since Thursday. She had an infection that got into her bloodstream. Seemed to be much better yesterday, but took a turn for the worse during the night. CR/MRI tests today. She’s not talking. Not sure whats going on. Playing it hour by hour. Praying the best I know how (never been overly religious, not a churchgoer). These stories are heartening.
True. Sometimes we have to look back to realize we have seen a miracle.
Yes. Many in my life and others.
My father in law (now 78 years old and doing pretty well), was diagnosed some 20 years ago with cancer in both of his kidneys. All kinds of tests confirmed it. When the surgeons went in to remove the first kidney, they first did a biopsy, and no cancer was found. Same was found to be true of the other kidney. Doctors had no explanation, but those hundreds of us who prayed for him knew the explanation.
I don’t need miracles (other than the Resurrection) to confirm my faith, but they are wonderful gifts of God that keep us going strong...
And never mind the miracles of life and birth that take place before us every day...
Difficult to describe, but while I was talking to this man, I had a feeling that even though he was a total stranger, he was a person you could trust completely. The man thanked me for my help, and walked out the front door. He didn’t get into a car, but walked around the corner of the store and headed down an alley. The alley was probably about 150 feet in length, with the only way out at the other end.
I waited a few moments, then walked out the door myself and looked around the corner down the alley. The man was gone. There was no way he could have walked down that alley in the time before I got there. Call me crazy, but I believe that person was a guardian angel sent to give me support and encouragement at a time when I really needed it.
Everytime a sinner is regenerated.
Indeed. I can't explain this theologically but it is truly amazing what God has done in my life and my family's life to build faith. Amazing to me the grace and peace He has given us through so much. Son's cancer and treatments, my cancer and treatments. Events that just wear and tear you out and just when you think you have no energy or will left, our Lord and Savior intervenes in a way which amazed me, but quickly pray that I should have known it would happen. As we see in Isaiah 40:29-31. He answers prayers which I have not spoken, but we know Who does on our behalf long before we see it as a need. Praise God!
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