“He performs wonders that cannot be fathomed, miracles that cannot be counted.” (Job 5:9)
There are a lot of believers who don’t believe in miracles. “He doesn’t part seas anymore,” or “The age of miracles is over,” they will often say.
I don’t believe it! In fact, I know it’s not true because I’ve seen God at work supernaturally in my own life.
The truth is I’ve experience several miracles in my life. The most important one, of course, is salvation. I guess that’s why I don’t understand how could anyone truly experience the miracle of salvation and then suggest that the age of miracles is over?
I guess one of the reasons is we look for big miracles. Miracles, however, have less to do with size and more to do with supernatural power of God. There is no such thing as a big or small miracle. The size of a miracle - just like beauty - is in the eye of the beholder. Where you stand depends on where you sit.
Let me give you an example. Very few people know that I suffer from stage fright, especially when I am testifying about what Jesus has done in my life. Stage fright manifests itself in many different ways. But in my case, I begin to sweat, profusely. I was teaching a Sunday School class the first time it happened. By the time class was over; my shirt was completely soaked. My friend told me that he had never seen a man sweat so much that his shirt collar was soaking wet.
I wondered if it was the devil trying to distract the message, or the Lord trying to keep me humble? I now know the answer to that question.
Several years ago, I was asked to speak to a large group of business men and women in the community. This was a tremendous opportunity to show believers and unbelievers alike just how much God can change someone’s life. The problem was I could feel the stage fright the moment I was asked - six weeks before the meeting was to even take place.
As the day approached, I finally realized that my faith was being tested in a much bigger way than I ever realized. I knew it had to be turned over to God. “Help me Lord,” I asked. “Don’t let me sweat. They’ll never hear what you want them to hear.”
About fifteen minutes before I was to leave my office for the meeting, God began to answer my prayer. I got a chill like I have never had. My hands became icy. I could feel the power of God and knew that he was with me!
Confidently, I walked into the hotel. When I stood up to speak, I was a cool as a cucumber. (The truth is I was freezing.) God answered my prayer! More importantly, he also answered at least sixteen other prayers that day because nine people gave their hearts to Jesus and seven others re-dedicated their lives to Christ.
God worked supernaturally through me that day. I felt him at work and I saw the fruits of his labor. It was a Red Sea miracle produced by an ever-present, miracle-working God. The psalmist was right all along: “You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among the peoples.” (Psalm 77:14)