I have reserved the word miracle for very few events, very few occasions. In fact, I think I can count on one hand the number of times I have used it in earnest, when what I was describing, living, truly rose to the level proffered by the word–or at least the intent of it.
We overuse the word—It’s a miracle when we hit every green light when we’re running late; a miracle when dinner, homework, and baths go off without a hitch; when you find your cellphone your child accidentally put in his toy bin in a moment of overzealous cleaning.
But those aren’t miracles, of course.
Some say miracles happen every day, and I’m sure they do; however, as individuals we don’t always have front-row seats. Maybe that’s why we read, why feel-good stories are so palliative when interspersed amongst the typical news of the day . . .
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