It seems too often that miracles are cast away upon the evocation of science and logic. The Book of Mormon even mentions that in the last days this would enfold, stating that the learned men will say, “Behold , hearken ye unto my precept; if they shall say there is a miracle wrought by the hand of the Lord, believe it not; for this day he is not a God of miracles; he hath done his work.” [2 Nephi 28:6]
I was at church yesterday listening to a Primary program [this involves the young children giving testimony and singing songs of Christ]. One of the boys stood up and related a story about being on a plane. The plane struck some turbulence and people began panicking. The boy and his brother prayed for a miracle and he said that immediately afterwards the Lord provided a miracle by smoothing the journey.
My immediate thought on hearing this was “that is not a miracle.” The pilot, using skill and knowledge, corrected the plane’s path and smoothed out its journey. How cynical! I immediately castigated myself. To this boy, he felt the hand of the Lord. This is no doubt in part what the Lord meant when he told the people:
Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. [Matthew 18:3–4]
I sat there and then observed the miracles within this boy’s story. He was on a plane hurtling through the air. He had a skilled pilot who was in the right place and time. He humbly called on the Lord in faith and was answered. I then had another thought: how often had I overlooked the miracles of my life, writing them off as happenstance or luck or the skill of myself or others? I must admit that I rarely look for and even more rarely acknowledge the hand of the Lord in my life.
Do I want to live in a world without miracles? I think not.