All of us would agree that a miracle is an unexplained event that replaces or supersedes a normal, natural state or action. Or something like that. No matter what definition we come up with, there will always be the word, “unexplainable” associated with it. Something should have happened but it didn’t; something should be as it always should be, but it isn’t. It just can’t be explained.
There’s a clue of sorts in Isaiah 46. While God was judging and condemning idol worship, He abruptly called men to act like men and recall this: I am God, and there is none like Me, declaring the end from the beginning, and from ancient times things that are not yet done, saying, “My counsel shall stand, and I will do all My pleasure.” (Isaiah 46:9-10)
I see miracles here, and lots of them. If God’s creation of all things is miraculous (and it is), then the things He has yet to create will be miracles. And whatever God is pleased to do, He will do…
Out of darkness He drew light.
Out of formlessness He fashioned the earth and sky.
Out of lifelessness He brought forth life.
Into space He flung the heavens and spun time.
When the last drop of Blood soaked into the earth, the planet shuddered at it.
Darkness returned to cover the land. Rocks shouted. Angels waited.
Grown men beat their breasts. Warriors fell to their knees. The devil danced.
But when the Dead One was cold and stiff and stinking, the Spirit of the Father brought Him back to life. Death died. The grave rolled over in its grave.
And God’s not done…
When cancer cells metastasize and then suddenly disappear, God’s not done.
When the sick child jumps to her feet and runs, God’s not done.
When the less-than-adequate paycheck multiplies like fish and loaves, God’s not done.
When the rebellious son returns to the loving father, God’s not done.
When storms cease, people repent, oppressors fall, nations fear… God’s not done.
What is a miracle? A miracle just might be when God’s not done.