The other day I had an epiphany. I was thinking of something that had happened to one of my friends, and in one moment something finally clicked in my mind. My friend’s dad had been going through a serious health problem. They were suddenly given some bad news about her dad’s health and told to schedule a surgery. Unfortunately, the first surgery was so unsuccessful that the doctors could not complete the surgery, and her dad was put in ICU. Obviously, the situation was scary for her and her family. Then prayers were whispered and tears dropped to the ground and fears were surrendered. A second surgery was scheduled and GOD miraculously healed her father. GOD used doctors to heal her dad and save his life. GOD did a miracle.
I thought about her miracle and how much God loved her. How much God is pleased with our honest, hesitantly-hopeful faith. And I realized this great epiphany: God is romancing us with miracles. He saved her father, He takes care of me, and He is doing the same for you. He showers us with miracles to romance us.
We’re like, “Yeah, yeah, miracles. Water into wine, quail in the dessert, healing from leprosy. We got it.”
But we don’t. Or at least I don’t “got it”. I witnessed two AMAZING, miraculous things happen recently. I was so in awe of God in those moments, but then I moved on. I saw God’s provision and power, but then I forgot the miracle. This is such a habit I fall into. I praise God on the day something happens, but then I throw away my memory of His romancing miracles like freshly cut flowers. God gives me a bouquet of roses. I smell them and say, “These are lovely! Thank you.” Then I turn to the nearest trash can and dump them. How dare I? God is showing His love and concern in His miracles, and all I give in return is my forgetfulness. How ungrateful can I be?
A few weeks ago, God did mighty miracles in my life, and I do not want to forget them. On Wednesday, our school had a chapel in the gym like we normally do, but the outcome was so extraordinary. The speaker talked about how we need a relationship with God instead of just religion. At the end, the speaker had an altar call with no music, no eyes closed, no heads bowed. He said if you needed to be saved you should be willing to acknowledge God before others. He counted to three.
One. Two. [I could hear feet moving in the bleachers.] Three.
Students all around me evacuated the bleachers. My section between the end of the bleachers and the aisle was emptied. Over half of our 7th – 12th grade students went forward to be saved. Over half! Although I realize that not all of those students made heart-felt decisions that day, I have to believe that God was and is moving in people’s hearts.
God is a miracle worker. In that moment, He was making me fall in love with Him. He was making teenagers fall in love with Him. He was romancing hundreds of people in a gym on Siwell Road because He loves us.
He doesn’t want us to forget those moments like leftovers in the back of the fridge. He wants us to remember what He does for us. These moments of miracles are one of the ways that God romances us. He woos us with the wonders His love can accomplish.
The other miracle happened on a Sunday. It was just a normal day wedged in between Saturday and Monday. The abnormal part of it was that everyone at our church knew God was going to do a miracle on that specific Sunday. This wasn’t a planned healing event, but we knew that God was going to do a miracle that day. To understand the miracle, you have to understand our history. Grace City Church was planted by Jackson First Baptist several years ago. However, our church had never been privileged to be in a permanent church building. We had rented different buildings for a while, but we needed to have a lasting home.
So God did a miracle.
God gave us a new church building. The church members were told about the possibility and less than a year later there we were on a “normal” Sunday morning in a church home that only God could make possible. That Sunday, I saw so many new faces that it was tough to search out the familiar faces. God brought in new people who had never been to a church like ours. God let me meet a Jackson police officer who was shocked to see more than thirty people darken the door of a church. I met a young college student who had never been in a church with people his age or even people younger than forty.
God does that.
God romances people. He draws them into a building, to a group of people, to His presence. God’s overflowing love makes Him do these dramatic, monumental miracles. When He does that for you, don’t make a Snapchat about it and forget the next day.
Let God’s miracles become ingrained in your brain. Remember His miracles for you and others. Let those miracles become a song of romance from God to you. Let Him love you.
“When the LORD brought back the captive ones of Zion, we were like those who dream. When our mouth was filled with laughter and our tongue with joyful shouting; then they said among the nations, ‘The LORD has done great things for them.’ The LORD has done great things for us; we are glad.” Psalm 126:1-3 (NASB)