There is a story in the Bible about the prophet Elijah and a penniless widow he encountered. The short version is this- Elijah persuaded the widow to use her last resources to prepare a meal, and after she did this, Elijah became the conductor of a miraculous bounty of flour and oil which provided for the widow and her son.
We see miracles in that passage of the Bible- incredible workings of God through Elijah. Elijah extended the flour and oil in the widow’s home in a miraculous fashion. Elijah himself had recently been the recipient of a miracle when he had been sustained by God day-to-day when he was in the wilderness. He had been supplied with food by ravens in the wilderness, and now by a poor widow.
God, through Elijah, had provided for the widow and her son miraculously, yet the woman seemed to become accustomed to it, and maybe even took it for granted. Then, when her son became ill, (then later dying) she questioned whether God was really there, whether Elijah really cared, or was even on her side. It was only after her son was raised back to life that the widow again saw God’s provision- another miracle! Isn’t it interesting that we can so easily lose sight of the miracles that God has shown us all around? The widow was not alone in this. We see the same thing in others frequently, and, if we are honest, we see it in ourselves every day!
Can you name a miracle – an everyday miracle in your life – that you may take for granted? Or perhaps an event that happened in your life that was God’s great gift, but over time has lost its power and awe?
I see God’s miracles even as I write this. My immune system right this moment is probably fighting off some invasive little microbes or viruses as part of a wonderful self-sustaining life system built into us. I have sight, hearing, touch, smell and taste – the gifts of the senses. I have an incredible wife, children, and grandchildren, blessed beyond measure. I see the amazing scientific laws of the universe which did not just invent themselves, but rather show the Designer in His glory. Yet, I take these miracles for granted.
For the widow, it was only when her son was raised from the dead that she agreed that Elijah was the “real deal”. What does it take for us?