I wonder if we take the world around us, and even our own selves, for granted? Familiarity leads us to believe that what we experience everyday is normal. But what is really normal about the warmth of the sun? The chill of wind? What is so normal about our hearts beating and pumping blood through our veins? Our heart's longings? The mind? Life? Birth?
I think some disbelieve in anything miraculous simply because they believe that our world and ourselves are normal and unmiraculous. But the longer I ponder on things, the stranger it all becomes. And the stranger it all becomes, the more real the miraculous seems to me.
I believe G.K. Chesterton expressed a very similar thought when he wrote that "truth is often stranger than fiction."
Life is a miracle. Beauty is a miracle, as are the eyes that behold it. Love is a miracle. The breath in our lugs, the warmth of the sun, music and rhythm and all that we are so used to are all extraordinary things. Amazing. Wonderful. Miraculous.
The strange truth is that truth is strange.
May we never lose the wonder of our weird, weird world. -John Henry
"Good people" don't get to Heaven, only saved ones do. Are you saved from your sins by true faith in Jesus Christ?