Quiet Miracles

Ephesians 3:20-21

You haven’t truly seen the night sky until you see it from the middle of Peru’s remote jungles, hundreds of miles away from any electricity and several days’ drive from the nearest city. Imagine a sky of black felt, covered in the glitter blown from a child’s hands. On the final night of our trip in Peru, we spread blankets and lay under that endless sparkle, talking about miracles.

I asked the missionary stationed in this village, “Have you ever seen a miracle?” He pondered my question, his gaze turned toward the night sky. When he answered, he traded his preacher’s voice for a murmur.

“I have not seen God appear in a burning bush,” he said. “I haven’t seen anyone walk on water. I haven’t heard God’s voice responding to my prayers, and I haven’t seen someone walk when they couldn’t walk before.” By now the whole team was listening, and the missionary’s voice was the only sound besides our breathing and the jungle’s rustling.

“But I’ve met people who have seen miracles. One man had a dream where he saw a figure of light and heard a voice telling him to find me and ask about my God. He traveled through several villages until he found me, and I told him the Good News. He became a Christian, set out to learn more and tell others. And I never should have met him.”

“But, listen,” he said, urgent now, “most miracles are quiet. Right now is a miracle. Do you not feel small, looking at this sky? We are the tiniest specks in this universe, but God notices us. More than that, God’s love for us and for the people we serve outnumbers all of the stars in that sky. That’s a miracle, and a story worth telling.”


What is your imagination longing to see from God?


Miraculous God, guide my eyes to the quiet miracles around me today. Amen.

This post originally appeared in Volume 26.3 of Reflections.

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