St. Augustine confessed that if it hadn’t been for miracles he would not have converted to the Faith. I share the same sentiment. The modern landscape does not communicate the existence of God or the supernatural. I am weak enough in my faith to need the reminder of miracles to strengthen my faith, so that ultimately I don’t need miracles to continue believing.
I recall what I would call one of my first miracles, not that I directly experienced, but one experienced by my dad (RIP). It is a fond memory I draw on now and then when the modern landscape should tempt me to question if God really exists.
Behind our house is a creek that had a cliff overhanging it. It was solidly attached to the Earth with no signs of major erosion or cracks that would destabilize it.
One day my dad was out back talking to a neighbor about that cliff. The very moment my dad remarked that that cliff must have been hanging there for thousands of years, seconds later the entire cliff overhang broke off and crashed into the creek.
Both he and the neighbor were speechless, then remarked that was a bona fide miracle.
Which I believe it most definitely was. A way God speaks to us directly as if to say with a flare of humor, “Yep, I do exist.”
The chances that those two actions occurred at the same time would be something like 1 in a Trillion or more.
I could relate many other similar experiences that are definite miracles. If you have one, email me at JosephOstermeir@gmail.com and I can write a post about it.