All of us want to be witnesses or part of a big miracle. We look forward to experience the rush, the wow moment that is going to blow our minds away. Sometimes when I am sitting in church during service I question my faith because I have not experience that spiritual exhilaration. From such anticipation I blind myself from the small miracles that occur at every moment around me.
Just last Saturday in celebration of past over and Easter, we attended a three hour long service. We knew it was going to be a longer service than usual but we didn't anticipated this long period. Instead of getting mad I choose to be glad to be there. As it was a bilingual mass the crowd was brimming to the entrance, but I was setting there in a good spot with my family. As customary, many families with young children were present, I foresaw many babies crying, to my amazement the young ones were quiet, some were asleep in their parents' arms as the service was late at night. The music was lively enough to keep us singing, but the best miracle was when I got to hear the homily in one language, then the other. I think God really wanted me to listen to it, because usually I hear it but I instantly forget what they say. I can't say that I save every word I heard that night but the message was strong to me when I heard it for a second time. It was a great event, and this time I experience or was part of all the small miracles that were taking place.
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