Posted on 08/30/2013 2:07:47 PM PDT by TBP
A hundred million miracles are happ'ning ev'ry day, And those who say they don't agree Are those who do not hear or see.– Oscar Hammerstein III,"A Hundred Million Miracles", from Flower Drum Song
What are you doing right now? Silly question, of course: You're reading this article. But have you contemplated the miraculous chain of events that enables you to read these words? I am sitting here at my keyboard, typing these words. A few clicks send them out and a few more clicks post them on this site. Then, with just a few clicks, you are able to read them. This is just one of the hundred million miracles each day to which Oscar Hammerstein's lyric, quoted above, refer.
Recently, this song was played on one of our favorite radio programs, Footlight Parade: The Sounds of the American Musical. It's one of many from the Broadway stage that promotes a positive, spiritual, empowering message.
The science-fiction writer Arthur C. Clarke once wrote that "Any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic." How much of that magic does it take simply to create this article and for you to read it?
Well, yes, I hear you say, but it's all science and engineering. It's just a network of wires transmitting electronic signals. Not miracles, just technology. OK, then, what enabled that to happen? A Course in Miracles says, "Miracles are natural. If they are not occurring, something has gone wrong."
Every day, we are surrounded by miracles. Remember Einstein's rule. We can approach life as if everything is a miracle or as if nothing is. What do you think will yield better results – a happier, more inspired life, a more prosperous, productive life? I submit that we ought to live in conscious awareness of the miracles all around, of the hundred million miracles happening every day.
I could pen a tome with my comprehension and experiences in JUST that vein.
At a risk;
When I was in Junior High School, I remember being fascinated with WW2 and especially the Holocaust.
I remember seeing a ton of pictures (I THINK it was in The Book Of Knowledge ... an old encyclopedia type of thing ... many books .. 24 I think ... ) of survivors and ONE picture still sticks in my memory.
The camera is back from a hospital bed about 10 or so feet and a white clad nurse is sponge bathing a survivor with the caption of (something like) the first bath in 4 years.
I remember wondering ... what must that be like?
Not bathing for years ... no hot water ... no soap ... no stink pretty.
Today ... when I get under a hot shower .. EVERY time ... I think of what that first bath/shower must have felt like ... and I do ... I REALLY do ... thank Jesus for my hot water.
What's that got to do with the statement I cited?
Not many seem to connect events to their reality ... how did I get here ... why ...
I do.
You are a saint. Have you ever spoken in tongues?
This is a wonderful perspective, and one I consider to be very true, inasmuch as all of creation is sustained from one moment to the next by the Word. Because we are so used to conditions from birth, we arbitrarily call things what they are not. The law of gravity alone is an ongoing miracle. Changing water into wine is a sign, to be sure, but not a miracle. In fact the biblical texts do not even use the word “miracle.”
I AM a saint ... but only because the Bible says so.
Have you contemplates the many miracles that must have happened for the world to exist as it does?
But that leads us to the great tangled hierarchy of quantum physics. The world exists as it does because we so observe it, but in order for us to be her to observe it, it must exist as it does.
Chicken or egg?
I wonder how they must have felt.
In the late ‘50s or early ‘60s Dad bought Grolier b0ook Of Knowledge from a door-to-door salesman. I LOVED those books!
I just did . . . because you understood (and interpreted)
Me too . . . I don’t know when (I was born in ‘48), but when I could read, TBOK was in our home and I devoured them.
Chop Sueyyyyy! Chop Sueyyyyyy! Every one I know just loves to have Chop Sueyyyyyyy
I was born in ‘48, too. I think I was reading them when I was nine or ten.
They were truly books full of knowledge.
The greatest event in my life was learning to read first, but more importantly (and I wish I knew how it happened) . . . learning to LOVE TO READ.
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