Because Of My Marxism, I Was Not Into Myths Or Miracles, Whether It Was The Virgin Birth, The Physical Resurrection Or Casting Out Demons From An Epileptic.
The Person Who Does Not Believe In Miracles Surely Makes It Certain That He Or She Will Never Take Part In One.
As A Kid I Used To Hold My Breath Longer Than Anybody Else, And Then I Heard Stories About People Accidently Underwater For 45 Minutes - How Do You Recover From That? It's Not A Miracle. Something Allows Us To Survive.
I Thought, He Must Forebear To Reveal His Power And Glory By Presenting Himself As Himself, And Must Be Present Only In The Ordinary Miracle Of The Existence Of His Creatures. Those Who Wish To See Him Must See Him In The Poor, The Hungry, The Hurt, The Wordless Creatures, The Groaning And Travailing Beautiful World.
But In Its De Facto Alliance With Caesar, Christianity Connives Directly In The Murder Of Creation. For In These Days, Caesar Is No Longer A Mere Destroyer Of Armies, Cities, And Nations. He Is A Contradicter Of The Fundamental Miracle Of Life.
We Are Alive Within Mystery, By Miracle... We Have More Than We Can Know. We Know More Than We Can Say.
It Is, Of Course, One Of The Miracles Of Science That The Germs That Used To Be In Our Food Have Been Replaced By Poisons.
I See That The Life Of This Place Is Always Emerging Beyond Expectation Or Prediction Or Typicality, That It Is Unique, Given To The World Minute By Minute, Only Once, Never To Be Repeated. And This Is When I See That This Life Is A Miracle, Absolutely Worth Having, Absolutely Worth Saving. We Are Alive Within Mystery, By Miracle.
[a] Good Christian Does Not Care For Miracles Very Much, Because A Miracle Is God Looking After His Own Affairs, And We Prefer Looking After Them For Him.
If We Admit A Thing So Extraordinary As The Creation Of This World, It Should Seem That We Admit Something Strange, And Odd, And New To Human Apprehension, Beyond Any Other Miracle Whatsoever.
