We can live at the heart of a miracle, mighty medium or miniscule. Not a miracle that we perform but one that Jesus performs. The disciples were poised at the Source of all miracles when they handed out the fish and loaves that kept coming or when they prayed for and healed the sick and cast out evil in the name of Jesus. And the little boy was poised there with the disciples to begin with when he handed over his lunch to be transformed. We are those hands ours is that voice We live at the heart of a miracle when we speak just the words that were needed without even having a clue we are doing so. We are reaching into the well that has no bottom taking draughts from a forever flowing fountain and providing life for the parched and thirsty to death from an ever present source of refreshing for desperate souls that would rarely admit it was so.
We are ambassadors for a powerful foreign king whose vast kingdom has been at war with this world, but we are bringing His terms of peace. This king has allowed his own Son's blood to be shed, so that there would be an end to bloodshed once and for all.