In the Bible, miracles didn't happen every day. Instead they happened at special times. There were a spate of them when Moses got Israel out of Egypt; another bunch with Elijah and Elisha; and then a bunch when Jesus walked the earth.
It can sometimes feel that way in our personal lives too. We go along, believing God, or trying to, because He said so, and then He kind of opens the curtain and steps into history in a way that is unmistakeable--at least to us.
Charity and I experienced one such minor miracle, you might say, when we were packing up to leave Toronto last week. We had ten-year-old living room furniture we wanted to give away--no room on the truck--but could find no takers (not on Craigslist, not on Cabbagetown Freecycle, not from notices in our building). Then on the very day we were loading our truck we were introduced to Deborah, who'd just moved into the apartment directly below us (having lived in "shelters" with her daughter for eleven months just previous). She had no furniture--the place was empty when we walked in--and had been praying for some. We were her answer and she was ours.
Today we experienced another miracle of sorts, or sign if you will, when we attended Centre Street Church in Calgary. We'd gone there once last month on our visit, but this was our first visit as residents. Anyhow, the speaker today was well-known author and pastor Mark Buchanan from Vancouver and his topic was about taking risks (not just saying you believe God, but taking action to prove you do) starting to live now, and carrying on doing so even into old age, even as Caleb did. His message couldn't have been more relevant.
Well, Charity's in the kitchen making meatloaf and a birthday cake for
It can sometimes feel that way in our personal lives too. We go along, believing God, or trying to, because He said so, and then He kind of opens the curtain and steps into history in a way that is unmistakeable--at least to us.
Charity and I experienced one such minor miracle, you might say, when we were packing up to leave Toronto last week. We had ten-year-old living room furniture we wanted to give away--no room on the truck--but could find no takers (not on Craigslist, not on Cabbagetown Freecycle, not from notices in our building). Then on the very day we were loading our truck we were introduced to Deborah, who'd just moved into the apartment directly below us (having lived in "shelters" with her daughter for eleven months just previous). She had no furniture--the place was empty when we walked in--and had been praying for some. We were her answer and she was ours.
Today we experienced another miracle of sorts, or sign if you will, when we attended Centre Street Church in Calgary. We'd gone there once last month on our visit, but this was our first visit as residents. Anyhow, the speaker today was well-known author and pastor Mark Buchanan from Vancouver and his topic was about taking risks (not just saying you believe God, but taking action to prove you do) starting to live now, and carrying on doing so even into old age, even as Caleb did. His message couldn't have been more relevant.
Well, Charity's in the kitchen making meatloaf and a birthday cake for
moi. It kind of got lost in the shuffle during the move (though I was wished happy birthday). On that particular day--Feb. 16--we were driving our U-Haul truck from Grand Rapids, Michigan to a point on the western edge of Minnesota. We decided we'd give ourselves a real break today before jumping in again with both feet attending to all there still is to do (acquiring Alberta auto insurance, contents insurance, health insurance, unpacking, etc., etc.).
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