One of my favorite non-fiction authors is Max Lucado. In describing Jesus’ birth as “majesty in the midst of the mundane”,
Mr. Lucado wrote:
“Those who missed His Majesty’s arrival that night missed it not because of evil acts of malice;
no, they missed it simply because they weren’t looking.”
When I’m outdoors, I find countless aspects of God’s creation that are “ordinary miracles”:
An egret, never having been to flight school, soars through the air.
Water, without attending a single science class, forms an icicle.
A spider, lacking a degree in architecture, creates a web of amazing intricacy.
In I Kings 19, Elijah is on a mountaintop seeking God’s guidance. From his vantage point, Elijah witnesses hurricane-force wind, an earthquake, and a fire. But God does not use any of these extraordinary events to speak to Elijah. Instead, God uses an ordinary, gentle breeze.
God does occasionally use the spectacular to reveal His will. But in my life, more often than not, God uses the “ordinary” to reveal the “extraordinary”. Therefore, I try not to miss the miracles that are a part of the ordinary events of my life.