No, this is not a post about Sly Stone’s song.    I couldn’t sleep last night (Sunday).  It had been a really long weekend with attending a wedding out of town on Saturday (3 hour drive one way); then getting up early to finish preparing myself for the morning; then visiting with some long-time friends who came to  worship and eat lunch with us; then spending a couple hours at the new building property; then going to the office to study; then attending a concert on the town square and while there having some intense spiritual discussions with new friends.   Along with that came what I believe was some spiritual warfare that had me getting back up once I was already in bed.  I read my Bible and prayed and began reading a book that I just bought.  Just from reading the Introduction I think I am going to like reading this one.   Here is something he said that really struck me:

Sometimes God works miracles.  Occasionally, he sends an angel.  Normally, though, he administers grace through everyday people.

Am I wrong in that probably all of us have hoped for a miracle of some kind?  A healed family.  A healed marriage.  A healed mind.  A healed body.  A healed relationship.  A healed church.  Two weeks ago I sat in worship and listened to a young man who, by all intents and purposes, should be dead because of injuries sustained in a car accident.  Among his many injuries, he had a “slice” in his descending aorta from which a person normally dies within 5 minutes.  He lived over 4 hours before they were able to diagnose it and begin emergency surgery.  I was staring at a standing & walking miracle.  Yes, I said standing and walking.  Oh, I didn’t tell you his pelvis was absolutely crushed and they weaved it together?  The x-ray sort of looked like pop can tabs that are woven together.  Peter is a miracle.  He sees it as an opportunity to fulfill God’s call on his life (but he isn’t sure just yet what that is).   Sometimes God sends an angel with some money that you needed at just the right time.  Or that unseen hand that saved you when in an accident.  But most of the time God just uses people-like you and me-to do His work.

But you know what is sad?  We are so busy looking for the “big miracle” that we often miss the little ones that happen every day.  Take, for example, what Michelle found out here. Imagine missing that because you were looking for the  “big one.”   The Bible is a book filled with stories of everyday people-like you and me.  People who stumble and fall.  People who laugh and cry.  People who want to quit.  People who get back up.  Everyday people who minister because as the saying goes: “It is not about us; it is about God.”

There are so many questions I could ask here.  Are you looking for the “big one” and missing out on God’s daily miracles?  Have you been the recipient of a miracle?  Has your life been touched by an everyday person?  If you can answer any of these questions, I would love to hear from you.  So would others who could benefit from your story.