One of the advantages of taking a topic when reading the Bible
rather than reading through a Gospel or another book is that incredible themes
start to lift off the pages.
One thing I have been reminded of recently is that God is the
God of truly outstanding, amazing miracles. Not just that but when God is about
to do something significant, it is always accompanied by the miraculous.
Noah built an ark in
the desert for 120 years and God brought the water to float it. Abraham and
Sarah were not just old but ‘as good as dead’ (Hebrews 11: 12) yet their one
son (born to Sarah aged 90) birthed the whole of the Jewish race
.
Moses, an 80 year old no-hoper, was so insecure that he
argued with God 5 times about his inability to fulfil his calling. Yet he ended
up leading a motley group of slaves out from one of the most powerful military
nations in the world at that time. In the process he performed outstanding
miracles including the parting of the Red Sea which led to the complete
overthrow of the military might of Egypt. God miraculously provided water from
a rock for approx 2 million people and fed these people morning and evening for
40 years.
They entered their Promised Land when God again parted the
waters, this time of the swollen, flooded River Jordan. The Israelites then took
the first fortified city they came across – not by military might – but by
walking round the walls every day for 7 days and the walls collapsed.
And so it goes on; curses turned into blessings (Numbers 24:
10 - 11), shepherd boys becoming kings (Psalm 78: 70 - 71), mighty armies
overthrown by the power of praise (II Chronicles 20: 22) and many more until we
come to most incredible miracle of all; God himself giving up all his glory,
majesty and power to become a tiny baby born of a virgin. This happened in an
insignificant town, not in a palace and not even in a home but outside with the
animals.
The Christmas story is full of miracles – miracle babies
born to elderly parents like Zechariah and Elizabeth, a virgin birth, the
glorious heavenly host revealed to humble shepherds and Gentile magi travelling
miles to follow a star to worship a king that his own people did not even acknowledge.
He continually reveals himself today as a miracle working
God.
Sometimes I think our God is just too small. We struggle to
believe that the God who parted the Red Sea will come in and make a way for us where
there appears to be no way. We battle to realise that the God who fed two
million people every day for 40 years will provide for us and that the man who
raised Jairus’ daughter and Dorcas (to name just two) will breathe life into our
hopeless looking, dead situations.
Or that the same God who inspired 5000 people to be saved in
one day can save our family and friends. Or that the God who forgave Zacchaeus and the woman
caught in adultery will forgive our sins. Or that the God who healed Naaman the
leper will heal our eczema and so on.
Our faith is so small and yet our God is so big.
Let’s ask God to forgive us for our unbelief and help us
stir up again the gift of faith that he has given each one of us so that we can
come to our miracle working God and be amazed at the things he wants to do in
and through our lives.