I need to talk about crazy faith for a minute. I need to tell you that faith that isn't crazy isn't faith at all. For instance, when I got in my car this morning I had faith it would start. Well, it had gas, it doesn't have any mechanical problems, low miles, only a few years old....why the heck shouldn't it start? It took exactly NO faith to assume my car would start. Now, if my gas tank was dry but I went out there to crank 'er up anyway, THAT would be faith.
I am a total miracle junky. Even though I can't stand those televangelist types who yell and convulse and sweat in the name of miracles if you touch the television screen and maybe stand within 100 yards when they whistle or some such thing. Nonetheless, I love me some miracles.
I think you have to be a miracle watcher to catch sight of 'em. Like Loch Ness. Which I have total faith in.
I was healed of a hole in my heart. Miracle number one at age four and I was hooked. Miracles are my crack. After that, I figured, why the heck shouldn't I ask for a miracle?
My stolen van was returned. Miracle.
My air conditioning died when I was in nursing school. This was more upsetting than a hole in my heart. I prayed. It started working and it's been going ever since. Miracle.
Our furnace died. I prayed. You guessed it, miracle.
I had gall stones, Dean prayed. Yup.
I wanted a job on a psychiatric unit straight out of nursing school day shift no weekends. Again, miracle.
I wanted two children to grow up, do well in school, love God, make good decisions...done.
I wanted my bankrupt marriage to not just survive, but be remade. I wanted laughter and passion and understanding and joy...reunited and it feels so good.
I could go on for quite some time because you see, I love miracles so I go straight to miracle asking when there's a problem. No, I don't always get my miracle. Sometimes answers come along in much subtler ways. Then again, is that really not a miracle? Hmmm.
Here's how I see it. God created the universe, planned my part in it, predicted my sin and sent Jesus to die for me 2,000 years before I hit Ft. Hood, Texas.
Stop trying to make sense and avoid giving false hope. Offer up the opportunity for miracles.
Get a little crazy.
He replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."