A Quiet Miracle

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By Davalynn Spencer @davalynnspencer

I imagine Jesus’ resurrection from the garden tomb was a quiet miracle—aside from the earthquake and fainting guards that Matthew records in his gospel.

The other three Gospel writers—Mark, Luke, and John—tell us, like Matthew, that women arrived early at the site to care for the body but found the tomb empty. However, no trumpets.

All four Gospels also mention angels, but no Hallelujah Chorus.

In none of the accounts is there fanfare.

No slides or video presentations.

Not even a heavenly choir singing, “Glory to God in the Highest!”

Jesus simply rose.

His other life-giving miracles were also quiet.

The water became wine.

The blind man saw.

The bleeding stopped.

Jesus never spread His arms and shouted, “Ta-da!”

But He did spread His arms and say, “It is finished.”

There is a message for me here regarding the way I live my life. Am I ever quiet enough to let His voice be heard, still enough to sense His touch, attentive enough to see Him move in someone else’s life?

His quiet miracles continue because He rose from the dead.

And that is the quiet miracle upon which I base my life.

They will flog Him with a whip and kill him,
but on the third day He will rise again.
Luke 18:33

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On Sundays I felt self-conscious about raising my hand during worship—a common practice for many who attended our church. What if someone turned and looked at that imperfect hand? How could I lift it up to a perfect God? I was embarrassed.

And then one Sunday morning the worship music touched my heart so deeply that I had to raise my hand. I suddenly felt bare, exposed, as if I were lifting my whole imperfect, scarred life to God. Would He accept me?

In that moment I sensed Him reaching down to me through the scarred hands of Jesus. It was as if He were revealing His own wounds, opening His hands to me, unhesitatingly, unembarrassed. I realized that I was not the only one who had scars in her hands. Nor was I the only one with scars on her heart. Isn’t that all we really have to offer God anyway—our torn, ruined lives? ~Always Before Me

 

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6 thoughts on “A Quiet Miracle

  1. Barb Sanford

    Truly, aren’t most miracles “quiet”? When someone is healed of a miserable disease or the results of an horrendous accident, we usually give credit to the medical world…even if the patient in the next bed suffers an identical condition, receives the same treatment…and dies. There is no banner flown or fireworks display…sadly, there may not even be a falling to one’s knees. We thank doctors and modern technology, but do we even look at healing as a miracle…when that is exactly what it is? Folks take so many things for granted these days……how many give thought to the very basic idea that every breath we take, every beat of our heart is, in itself, a quiet miracle…which could be stopped at any moment !

     
     
    1. davalynn

      So true, Barb. The very breath we breathe.

       
       
  2. Karen Gee

    I loved what Barb said!
    God gives the talent, ability, knowledge and wisdom to whomever He uses for His purposes.
    We should give God all the glory for everything in our lives.
    Without Him we cannot do anything.

     
     
    1. davalynn

      Amen, Karen.

       
       
  3. Gail Garland

    God is so wonderful and his quiet miracles of healing is life altering. Personally, I have been on the receiving end of many quiet miracles and it is real and everlasting. Jesus heals today as he did over 2,000 years ago. I have had a “quiet miracle” of hearing God’s voice say “CHOOSE LIFE” as I experienced tingling throughout my whole being. This was almost 24 years ago and I thank our God for touching me with His quiet miracle.

     
     
    1. davalynn

      Praise God, Gail. Thank you for sharing.

       
       

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