I had been thinking of sharing something for this Lenten season perhaps from Wendell Berry or Mary Oliver, but, once again, Rev. James E. Laurence provides a timely post. I love the turn in the final four lines and, having just perused the headlines for the day, it’s a timely reminder of the miracle we are daily invited to share in the middle of life’s storms. “Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden…”
What is a miracle? There are lots of miracles recorded in the Bible, as this poem reminds us. But, still, what is a miracle, especially in this time that “is not the age of miracles”? Perhaps the greatest miracle of our time is faith – simply trusting in God’s loving presence, even in this modern age, and being able to rest in our faith, even as the storms rage around us. This is a simple, but moving poem, about the miracle of faith, and the rest that our faith can offer our world-weary souls.
Miracles | Richard Jones
I need to witness miracles today— a river turned to blood, water become wine, a burning coal touching the prophet’s lips, black ravens swooping down to bring a starving man bread and meat, a poor fisherman raising the dead! I’ve heard theologians say this is not the age of miracles, but still…
the deepening ground 
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