the verge of a miracle

The late Rich Mullins has a song called Verge of a Miracle. The song speaks of our tendency to live life blind to the great mysery that surrounds us in the presence of God. But if we would just look up, we would see, and our lives would be caught up in the Divine Mystery. Seldom do I see the mystery, but in the past few days I saw a glimpse into that life that is calling me forth, a life where the unknown is more desirable than that which is certain or safe. I have been using a book of scripture readings this year that guides me in daily reading and reflection along with the liturgical calendar, and the scripture for today spoke of miracles. Now, miracles and wonders are nice things to read about in the bible, but I don't often find myself looking for the miraculous to occur in my own life. I am one of those guys who gets a bit suspicious of anyone or anything that attempts to conjur up hyper-spiritualized explanations for what I often veiw as common occurances. I try to see the world as truly interconnected and not categorize different aspects of life into the physical, spiritual, emotional, etc... Yet they say that the longest distance on earth is the 18 inches between the head and the heart, and so I must admit that while I try to think holistically, I often still live my life with tunnel vision, unable to see the beauty and the mystery before me. But for some reason, today as I read of the miracles that Paul and the apostles experienced as they moved about in service and ministry, I was graciously made aware of a few miracles in my own life. These are not extravegant stories of supernatural events, but rather glimpses of the grace and goodness of the One who calls us forth on the journey. For instance, I was reminded of my drive to Savannah, Georgia yesterday where creation came to life before my eyes, the blue of the sky and the green of the trees breaking forth with praise. I was reminded of my conversation last night with my beloved Jenni and the joy and hope in her voice as she told me of the possible opportunities that lie ahead at her workplace, all of which are evidence of answered prayers and hope restored. I was reminded of the my own journey to Youthworks, the dissapointment of the loss of one dream and the faithfulness of God to guide me into a place of new dreams. Even tonight I called my sister and she shared with me how my nephew Cody has encountered Christ this past week while out in California away from his family. And these are just a few glimpses from the past two days! Oh if I would just look up and open my eyes to the mystery of God! Surely I would see that every day I am on the verge of a miracle.