As
I read Psalm 106 recently, I was struck by the words of the Psalmist as he confessed
the sins of his ancestors in prayer to God
because they “gave no thought to your (God’s) miracles” and they failed to “remember your
(God’s) many kindnesses.”
I’ve
been reflecting on how I sometimes do these very same things.
We
can easily highlight a few of God’s obvious kindnesses to us but we might be
tempted to say that we don’t often see miracles.
And yet we do. All the time. At least we have the opportunity to see
them.
C.S.
Lewis once wrote, “Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same
story that is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of
us to see.”
In
other words, we live in a miracle—a huge miracle of creation. And into that creation God sent himself as
a miraculous tiny baby. It ‘s a huge story that we celebrate this time of year,
but we forget the wonder of it. This God in human flesh is a tale so gigantic
that we stop seeing it. We reduce it to something rendered in plastic that we
hang on a tree or hear as song lyrics piped into our lives like elevator music
that we simply tune out.
Wouldn’t it be great if we asked God to open our eyes once more that
we could really see this miracle he’s done? Maybe see it as we never have
before.
I have a tee shirt that I wear this time of year that has a silhouette
of the nativity figures on the front and above the image are two simple words—“True
Story.”
This miraculous true story should be something to which we give much
thought.
Let’s do it together.