My husband asked me the other day if I have ever experienced a time in my adult life where GOD has worked some kind of miracle.
Have you ever experienced a true miracle?
I came up with several answers.
I told him about times that GOD had answered prayers for me, and even a time when GOD saved our daughter’s life. To which he answered, “Not good enough. I don’t want a time that could be chalked up to emotions, doctor’s intervention, science, or circumstances.
I want a time where GOD moved in such a way that a skeptic could look at it and believe. A time that is unexplainable by science or circumstances—
I want a true miracle.”
I had to think about it for a while.
Then I remembered…MY MODERN MIRACLE!
I am driving my little Ford Escort. In the back passenger side, I have my newborn baby girl buckled into in her car-seat, while I am strapped in the front. I am following my sister into town to do a little bit of shopping. All the way from her house into town I stick fairly close to her bumper when unexpectedly in my spirit I hear the words ‘slow down.’ I instantly obey and put a little distance between our two cars. All of a sudden, a big pickup-truck flies through the intersection between her car and mine, missing both by just a few inches. Shaken, we both pull into the store’s parking lot and start hugging and crying. We know that if the truck had hit my car—it would have surely killed my baby girl and probably me as well. GOD spared our lives! We realize that we have just witnessed a miracle. Our tears of shock turn quickly into tears of gratefulness.
Do you have a personal story like this one? Do you tell it to others? Does it still impact you in a big way?
One thing that I really love about the Jewish people is that they claim the ancient stories as their own. They say things like, “When WE were in the desert, GOD sustained US.” Or, “When the Philistines tried to kill US, GOD delivered US.”
They claimed the old stories as if they are their own.
I once was part of a church that in every service, a microphone was open if anyone wanted to share about a miraculous event. Every Sunday, many people seized the opportunity and shared their incredible experiences. Attendance grew like wildfire because faith grew like wildfire. People’s faith grew from authentic testimonies. Even though the event didn’t happen to the listener personally, it happened to them as a community of believers.
Romans 11:17 tells us that since we Gentiles are followers of Jesus, we (the wild olive branch) are grafted into the true tree (Israel). That means that we can claim the stories of old as though they are our own too. We can say that Father GOD fed US Manna in the wilderness. HE fought the Philistines for US. Many nations have risen up against US and tried to kill US but they could not. He saved US in the furnace. He shut the lion’s mouth for US. He foiled wicked Haman’s plans to destroy US. HE delivers US, feeds US, saves US, redeems US, and He calls US His own.
We are part of a great community—a family really. A community where GOD has shown Himself strong. A community that GOD continuously saves. A community that because of Messiah, the whole world is blessed.
So, go ahead and claim the stories as your own.
Claim the heritage as your own.
Claim this community and family; it is yours through Christ.
Let it build your faith into something that is unshakeable. One of my favorite stories is of the three men in the fiery furnace. Abednego (Azaryah is his Hebrew name) said, “GOD can save me, but even if He chooses not to, I know that He is with me.” God delivered them—He sent His Son to be with them and protect them in the inferno—Nebuchadnezzar said, “Was it not three men we cast bound into the midst of the fire?….Look, I see four men loosed and walking about in the midst of the fire without harm, and the appearance of the fourth is like a son of the gods.” (Daniel 3)
Before I go, I have one more miraculous story that I want to share:
It is early spring in Colorado. My husband and I load our five kids into his truck and head on over to the next town to pick up my jeep from the mechanic. The town is an hour away—a normal distance for Colorado. The drive is beautiful and includes a jaunt over a pass called Yellow Jacket Pass. It is not a huge mountain pass, but the incline is still steep, and the pull on the engine is strenuous. One hour later, we pull into town, pick up the vehicle, eat some dinner then separate the kids into now two vehicles as we head home. A soft rain starts as we head home. Unfortunately, the rain turns to snow as we get closer to the pass. I am nervous as we cross over the pass. Suddenly, my jeep loses traction and starts to swerve. Visibility is very poor as I fishtail into the oncoming traffic’s lane. I decide that I better get out of that lane as fast as I can. So, I turn my wheel slightly and pump the brakes, but now I am heading directly for the cliff and am not slowing down at all. I yell ‘JESUS’ and prepare to go over. Instantly, as I am on the edge and about to go over, my car stops as if someone or something stepped in front of me and stopped the jeep. I sit there amazed, stunned, not breathing. HE has done it again! He has saved me!