July 29, 2018 – “Dear God…Do Miracles Still Happen?” by Rev. Cody Sandahl
Lay Reader = John 2:1-11
1On the third day there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. 2Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. 3When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.” 4And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me? My hour has not yet come.” 5His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” 6Now standing there were six stone water jars for the Jewish rites of purification, each holding twenty or thirty gallons. 7Jesus said to them, “Fill the jars with water.” And they filled them up to the brim. 8He said to them, “Now draw some out, and take it to the chief steward.” So they took it. 9When the steward tasted the water that had become wine, and did not know where it came from (though the servants who had drawn the water knew), the steward called the bridegroom 10and said to him, “Everyone serves the good wine first, and then the inferior wine after the guests have become drunk. But you have kept the good wine until now.” 11Jesus did this, the first of his signs, in Cana of Galilee, and revealed his glory; and his disciples believed in him.
Introduction
This is the final week in our series looking at some of the questions people ask most frequently about our faith. In fact, this wasn’t one of my original sermons. This is a sermon by popular demand! I was asked by quite a few of you to address this question, so here we go. I thought if any question was going to be demanded by the congregation, it would be, “Dear God…why is our pastor so amazing?” but I guess I was wrong.
I actually have collected quite a few miraculous stories over the years. And I also emailed the people who took my spiritual gifts class to see if they had any stories. And I checked with people on Facebook as well. And I received so many stories, I could give three sermons on them! It seems pretty clear just from that kind of response that miracles are happening all around us. God didn’t quit after Creation. God didn’t even take a vacation after Jesus.
Our text today comes from the book of Acts – that’s the story of how the early church expanded and spread from Jerusalem out to the world after Jesus’ death and resurrection. Right before this text, James, the brother of John, one of the three disciples Jesus brought up to the Mount of Transfiguration, one of Jesus’ closest friends – James is in prison. And Herod Agrippa puts James to death by the sword. James died. He wasn’t saved. It wasn’t a dream, he really died. He didn’t get resurrected later like Lazarus, he really died.
And Herod Agrippa sees how this murder results in his own increased popularity with his Jewish subjects, so he tries to rustle up some more Christians to kill. And Peter gets swept up in the net.
Have you ever been at a sporting event when someone gets injured? Not World Cup flopping injured, really injured? If it’s someone who’s on the team but not all that important, people generally get quiet and give a respectful golf clap when the person either walks off or gets carted off.
But if the injured player is a superstar? <whoosh> The air is sucked out of the stadium like a shop vac. People hold their breath. Some people cry, seeing their hero down – and probably realizing their team is about to lose, too.
Peter, James, and John are the superstars of Jesus’ disciples. James is dead. Peter’s in prison about to be executed. <whoosh> The air is sucked out of the church. Is this faith real? Has it all just been a giant coincidence? Will God allow the superstars to be martyred for their faith? James is already gone. What will happen to Peter?
Acts 12:5-19
5While Peter was kept in prison, the church prayed fervently to God for him. 6The very night before Herod was going to bring him out, Peter, bound with two chains, was sleeping between two soldiers, while guards in front of the door were keeping watch over the prison. 7Suddenly an angel of the Lord appeared and a light shone in the cell. He tapped Peter on the side and woke him, saying, “Get up quickly.” And the chains fell off his wrists. 8The angel said to him, “Fasten your belt and put on your sandals.” He did so. Then he said to him, “Wrap your cloak around you and follow me.” 9Peter went out and followed him; he did not realize that what was happening with the angel’s help was real; he thought he was seeing a vision. 10After they had passed the first and the second guard, they came before the iron gate leading into the city. It opened for them of its own accord, and they went outside and walked along a lane, when suddenly the angel left him. 11Then Peter came to himself and said, “Now I am sure that the Lord has sent his angel and rescued me from the hands of Herod and from all that the Jewish people were expecting.” 12As soon as he realized this, he went to the house of Mary, the mother of John whose other name was Mark, where many had gathered and were praying. 13When he knocked at the outer gate, a maid named Rhoda came to answer. 14On recognizing Peter’s voice, she was so overjoyed that, instead of opening the gate, she ran in and announced that Peter was standing at the gate. 15They said to her, “You are out of your mind!”
But she insisted that it was so. They said, “It is his angel.” 16Meanwhile Peter continued knocking; and when they opened the gate, they saw him and were amazed. 17He motioned to them with his hand to be silent, and described for them how the Lord had brought him out of the prison. And he added, “Tell this to James [the brother of Jesus] and to the believers.” Then he left and went to another place. 18When morning came, there was no small commotion among the soldiers over what had become of Peter. 19When Herod had searched for him and could not find him, he examined the guards and ordered them to be put to death. Then he went down from Judea to Caesarea and stayed there.
Miss or Dismiss
I mentioned that I asked people in our church and people I know from the past on Facebook for their miraculous stories. And I already told you I received a ton of them. But you know what’s the most fascinating thing to me? Each of the stories are incredible, but that’s not the most fascinating thing. Given how many stories I received – from people I know – people who have spiritual conversations with me – it’s fascinating that I didn’t know a single one of the stories already.
The people in my life have experienced the tangible, powerful presence of the Living God…and I didn’t know about it. Isn’t that fascinating? Doesn’t that seem funny?
Someone in your pew today could have experienced a Bible-worthy miracle. And you’ve talked about your kids or grandkids, you’ve talked about work, you’ve talked about the weather, but I bet you don’t know about that miracle. Why is that?
My theory is that we, as intellectual Presbyterians, being decent and in order at all times, are afraid that we will be ridiculed. We are afraid that an investigator will jump up and unmask our story like the end of a Scooby Doo episode – “I would have gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you kids!”
But that’s why I asked the spiritual gifts class attendees. We learned in that class how to think about, categorize, and explore our extraordinary experiences. Those people are now more comfortable sharing what they would have tucked away last year.
In our first text today, Jesus does his first miracle – turning water into wine for a wedding party. And how many of the guests knew about it? Zero! How about the bride and groom? Nope! Surely the bride’s mother knew – they always know, right? – not this time! Only Jesus, his mother, and the servants knew about it. Everyone else was blissfully unaware that they were drinking miracle wine of a very, very recent vintage.
I wonder how many extraordinary stories we are missing because of that fear of sharing. Sure, sometimes others will say that our experience might not have been a miracle. But in my experience, most of the time people are interested to hear it.
So we miss out on a lot of stories, but we also sometimes dismiss those stories. As you know, it is one of my missions in life to find the humor in the Bible. And our text today has a little bit of humor if you pay attention.
Peter is miraculously freed from prison and Herod Agrippa’s deadly wrath. He makes his way back to the house where the church is praying. He knocks on the door and calls out to the maid – Rhoda. She recognizes his voice and screams with delight!
I imagine Peter with a big grin on his face, ready to give Rhoda a bear hug as she opens the door. But the door doesn’t open. And Rhoda’s screaming voice seems to retreat further and further into the house. Confused, Peter knocks again. No Rhoda. And again. No Rhoda. And again. Finally his fellow believers come out to greet him! Come on – that’s funny! The only thing that’s missing is Kramer becoming part of the action somehow. And as a side note, do you think they made that up? That’s the kind of quirk that’s stranger than fiction. This had to be a real story, or we need to give out some creative writing awards posthumously.
But I wonder, how many times do we do what Rhoda did or the disciples did inside the house – dismissing the miracle standing in front of us? How many times to we chalk it up to coincidence or good fortune or karma or something else – anything else but God?
Under God’s Control
Isn’t it surprising that the early church would dismiss a miracle like that?
Well, now we get into one of Cody’s theories, or as my preaching professor liked to say, “sanctified imagination.” My theory is that the miracles we see in the Bible still seemed miraculous at the time. My theory is that miracles still weren’t like a mage casting healing spells on demand. My theory is that the early church didn’t get everything they wanted when they wanted it every time either.
Case in point – James wasn’t saved. He died at the hands of Herod Agrippa.
But let’s think about this. I think it’s normal to think that God did a lot more miracles back in Biblical times than today, right? Let’s go with that for a moment. How much more frequent do you think miracles were back then? Twice as common? Three times? Ten times as common?
Well at the time this text was written, there were 200-300 million people in the world, and less than 10,000 of them were Christians. Now there are 7.6 billion people in the world, and 2.4 billion Christians. Miracles could be a hundred times less frequent today than in Biblical times and there would still be way, way more total miracles today than in Biblical times.
We just can’t control them. We can’t command them. We can’t conjure them like a spell.
Delia Knox is a Gospel singer who was in a violent car wreck early in her life. Her siblings walked away from the wreck largely unscathed, but she wouldn’t walk again. She forged ahead with her life, continuing to sing God’s praises, finding her husband along the way after the accident. As a Gospel singer, she ran in a little more Pentecostally circles than we typically do. And she says she grew to hate altar calls and healing services. Because inevitably someone would come over to her and try to lift her out of her wheelchair. She said, “I’ve been plopped, dropped, flipped, everything. But never healed.”
After twenty-two years of this, she and her husband were at a revival that suddenly turned into a healing service – she says if she had known that she would’ve stayed away. But something was different this time. She reports that God was telling her to stop complaining about the healing service, to stop fighting to control her life, and to just worship him. And she realized she was feeling something in her legs.
As God’s voice kept sounding in her head, “Just worship me! Just worship me! Just worship me!” she suddenly, for the first time in 22 years, stood up out of her wheelchair. Her legs didn’t know what to do, so she had to sit back down. But a minute later, she stood again, and just started moving her hips, and then lifting her knees. There’s actually a video of it. I’ve seen it. It wasn’t graceful. But it was beautiful. Now she walks normally, she’s still singing God’s praises as a Gospel singer. And she dances with her husband every chance she gets.
I love that story, not just because it was a miracle. I love the story because so many people had tried to force her to become a miracle and it didn’t work. She was “plopped, dropped, and flipped” rather than healed. We don’t get to cast a Level 3 Healing Spell. We don’t get to control God. But these things do happen.
What Is a Miracle?
But I guess that begs the question – what is a miracle? I like the simplicity of one of our member’s definitions: “a miracle is a situation where you go ‘Whoa!’ and realize God is in charge.” That’s pretty good.
Here’s another way to think about miracles. Grab your bulletin. Hold it in front of you – eye-level. Why isn’t the bulletin falling? Did gravity stop working? No, the force of gravity is being overcome by the force of your fingers. You can put your bulletins down now – or drop them if you want to confirm that gravity is still working.
You can overcome the force of gravity with something like a piece of paper. And if you were one of the strongest people in history, you could overcome 6000 or so pounds of gravity on your back. That’s a couple of cars, for reference. But that’s where humans top out. That’s where our capability ends.
What’s God’s max bench press? That’s the age-old question – can God make a weight so heavy even he can’t lift it? I don’t know, but God can definitely make people sassy enough to ask that question.
Here’s my point. God is stronger than the physical forces that he created. Just as we can overcome the force of gravity in some circumstances, God can overcome the physical forces of this world with his greater force. The physical forces don’t stop working. They are just overcome by a greater force.
And that’s also why the definition of “miracle” changes over time. It’s only a “miracle” if we can’t replicate it or explain it. A miracle is when something happens that exceeds human ability and human understanding. And people of faith can see that it’s no coincidence – it’s God.
In 2010, Kate Ogg gave birth to twins after only 27 weeks, Jamie and Emily. Emily survived, but Jamie couldn’t breathe and despite 20 minutes of resuscitation attempts, the doctors had to admit the little boy had died. Nurses placed Jamie’s lifeless body onto his mother’s chest so she could say her goodbye.
About five minutes later, Jamie began moving. They called in the doctor, who said over the phone that those movements are just reflexes, not life. A couple of hours later, still cuddling with their medically dead child, Jamie opened his eyes. The doctor assured them – again by phone – it was still reflexes, not life.
As they noticed the steadily rising and falling movement of their child’s breathing, they decided the only way to get the doctor to come in was to lie and tell him they had come to terms with their baby’s death. The doctor finally came in, picked his jaw up off the floor, and confirmed with his stethoscope what the parents already knew. The doctor kept muttering, “I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it.”
Jamie’s still alive today. With no health complications. That is beyond human ability, and beyond human understanding. But not beyond God.
Partnering With God
Sometimes the miraculous is a partnership between God and us. Christine Joy was born in the Philippines, and she suffered debilitating seizures from birth. She would stop breathing, her face would grow dark, even her fingernails turned black. Without treatment, she somehow, inexplicably survived. That’s the miracle.
In the midst of that – miraculous survival, but terrifying illness – Compassion International came to town. The Compassion doctors found a medication that worked for Christine, and they found a sponsor to pay for the medications. Now when she sees the nurse, she says, “When I get grown, prepare yourself. I’ll become a doctor and I’ll be injecting you!”
Something Small
Sometimes miracles are something much smaller. One of our church members recounted losing his wallet somewhere during a day of hiking and kayaking. They re-walked the trails – no luck. Couldn’t really check the lake. After checking everywhere and lobbing up a few prayers to the patron saint of lost things for the former Catholics in our midst – they gave up on the search.
Only to receive a phone call from the police that someone had found it – how it was spotted no one knows – and that person turned it into the police with everything still in place. Coincidence or small act of grace from God? You decide.
Something Avoided
Sometimes miracles are something avoided. I’ve learned to listen to the Holy Spirit while driving. The road from our house to my previous church went up a steep, East-facing hill. It’s basically a blind left turn if you hit it at the wrong time with the sun in your eyes. I was alone in the car, about to turn on one of those days, when I heard an almost-audible “stop!” in my head. I hit the brakes. And less than a second later a car zoomed by.
Another time in Bethlehem I was nearing our house with Charlie in the back seat. And I suddenly just knew that I needed to dodge away from the car sitting at the stop sign for cross-traffic. Without hesitating I pulled to the left, and not a moment too soon. The woman never saw me and plowed into the side of the car. My dodge was the difference between an annoying hit on the wheel well and a potentially fatal strike on Charlie’s door.
Here in Littleton, I was driving back from an even with Charlie, and I had a protected left turn behind a tow truck. And I once again heard an almost-audible, “get in the other lane!” in my head. I jerked to the left just before a car tried to turn right as the tow truck went by. I didn’t know they were there. They never saw me, didn’t bother to stop at the red light, and we missed by the width of a flea.
So either I have some precognition going on, in which case I would like to start a high stakes poker night for anyone who’s interested, or God’s been doing some backseat driving.
Something Spiritual
Sometimes the miracle is more spiritual than physical. God had a very interesting way of reaching the heart of one of our members. She had a pretty colorful past, became a single mom at an early age, enjoyed a certain recreational drug that is only legal in a few states – but wasn’t legal at the time.
An unmarked white van was parked outside her house for a while, and the police came to see if she knew anything about it. She didn’t know anything. No big deal. But she saw how frightened her son was of the police, and she realized he was worried his mom would be arrested. Later on the van disappeared, but the encounter stayed with her. She realized she needed a different life. A few weeks later someone gave her name to the Billy Graham crusade coming through town. An unmarked white van, a friendly encounter with the neighborhood police, a terrified child, and a Billy Graham crusade led her to the Lord. Miraculous timing to put all of that together.
Something Relational
Sometimes the miracle is relational. One of my brothers-in-law told me his miracle story. He had a very troubled relationship with his dad. He lived very close to this Catholic church that had a well-known prayer shrine behind it, but in all those years he had never been to it.
One night after fighting with his dad again he decided on a whim to go to the shrine and walk around. A woman was there also praying, and she apparently just had to tell her story to someone. And my brother-in-law was the only one there. Through tears she told how she was abused by her father, how she fell into a a pretty hard-luck life, how she desperately wanted out.
And something clicked inside of him. He realized that his relationship with his father was still difficult, but it could be so much worse. He noticed the reasons he had to be grateful, not just resentful. And that has stayed with him to this day. Strange timing of events, or miraculous orchestration?
Summary
Sisters and brothers, miracles happen all the time. Things happen that are beyond human ability and beyond human understanding. Miraculous healing. Miraculous birth. Miraculous partnership between us and God. Miraculously avoiding something. Miraculous spiritual connection. Miraculous change in relationships. Miracles are all over.
But we miss them or dismiss them.
I believe that God is far more powerful than me. Far more powerful than any physical force in this universe that God created. Able to do anything.
Sometimes God doesn’t act. James, one of the superstars of the early church, died. But Peter was saved. Miraculously.
I collected enough stories to give several sermons. I’ll keep it to just this one. But how can you have eyes to see, ears to hear, the heart to feel, and maybe even the voice to speak what God is doing beyond your ability and beyond your understanding? Because it’s not beyond God.