Everyday Miracles

So, what are we to make of all this gloom and doom?

Well, it was a miracle that Israel survived the 1948 War of Independence. It was a miracle that Israel survived the 1967 Six Day War. It was a miracle that Israel survived the 1973 Yom Kippur War. And, with all the intelligence that we received after-the-fact, it was a miracle that Israel was provoked into invading Lebanon on June 6, 1982.

It was a miracle that allowed a massive influx of Russian immigrants, which revitalized Israel’s economy. It was a miracle that countries such as Jordan and Israel have peace treaties – and even friendship (at times). It’s a miracle that a people that wandered in the wilderness of human history have found their home again.

It’s a miracle that an ancient, liturgical language was resurrected and given life by a lone fanatic called Eliezer ben Yehuda. It was a miracle that more than a handful of people supported Eliezer, turning a flickering flame into a bonfire. And then, it was a miracle that the bonfire became a nation.

I’ve heard of my own share of more private miracles. A friend, in the 1973 war, blindly fired five shots from his disabled tank, destroying five Syrian tanks. A company that I worked for just happened to add a few unnecessary functions to their application – and later won a multi-million dollar contract. Years ago, I went for a haircut, and the next week I found myself writing professionally for the first time.

Miracles.

Life is full of them, and Israel has attracted more than her share and is destined to attract even more. So, why shouldn’t we expect to see a miracle happen in this doomsday scenario?

At every point in her history, Israel was doomed. The world warned her that she was doomed. She knew that she was doomed. The armchair generals and the prognosticators in their think-tanks piously claimed that there was no way that she could survive.

And then, the rest of the world sat by and watched as foreign powers abused Israel, and some of our countries even assisted in that abuse. Call it what you will, but those of us living in the rest of the world shouldn’t expect miracles.

So, when the storm clouds gather, where would you rather be? Huddled in your basement, hoping that you’ve prepared for the worst? Or, in a place where miracles are a daily fact of life.

Well, I know where I would rather be. 

17 thoughts on “Everyday Miracles

  1. Hi John,

    After all those doomsday scenarios lately it’s so good to read something like that. Something full of hope, even if this hope is only based on miracles.

    I only wish Israel wouldn’t have to rely on miracles …

    Magda

  2. So, Mr. Tedders,
    Do you work for pajamas media? If not, I will write them a recommendation for casual sales:):)

    One of my ex-boss’s was from France…he was really funny and nice…interesting their view on America

  3. Yes, miracles happen everyday…every nanosecond..
    I didn’t have to take my drivers exam
    and
    I pretty much passed
    the FBI test to get a job.
    Thank you, Jesus.

    You know, Brittany Spears, Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan would never be able to get a real job these days..

  4. Ha, no I don’t work for PJM, although, do you think there might be some commission in it for me!! : )

    It’s just one of the blogs I read as I go through my daily news gathering ritual. I’ve been home quite a bit lately, can you tell, that will end in a week or two when I go out of town to work. Till then, your stuck with me!!

    I liked your squirrel obstacle course video Anna, pretty cute, until the little rascals find a way into your attic!!

  5. Aww..well, I say “come on in! get warm little critters:)”
    “take a break and recharge for your next mission”

    Yes, you need a commission or bonus or some compensation…….

  6. “Aww..well, I say “come on in! get warm little critters:)”
    “take a break and recharge for your next mission”

    You’ve obviously never had the freeloading rodents in your attic. They turn out not to be the good neighbors you assume, they turn out to be very creative in ways to destroy your dwelling and it’s electrical, plumbing, weatherproofness………… Cute as they are I’ll bet you’d have a change of heart once you got the repair bell for their antics. I speak from experience!! There’s a reason God gave them a fur coat!!
    : ) We’ve got squirrel feeders around our place, I see it as kind of a pay off to the local miniature gambino family, protection pay you could say!! LOL
    Still liked the video!

  7. Welcome to the group Angel!

    Angels always welcome.

    – John

    PS. Tedders, paying protection to the squirrel mafia is just good business. Remember that squirrels are people too!

  8. LOL!

    Squirrels are not human!? Yet, some seem more humane..

    Nope, never had a squirel in the attic…However…I did have an opossum
    eat my rabbit…evil, evil creatures

  9. Poor bunny, bad o’possum!

    Possum are nasty! We trap them and humanely relocate the critters as far into the country as possible.

    On a side note, Sarko called Iran’s bluff today and said they are lying, the ARE trying to build a bomb. Go Sarko!!! The French are growing testicles!!! I know, I can’t believe I said that!!

    I’m thinkin’ a large salty order of FRENCH fries are in my future!!!

    Now if we can just get the Euro to come down vs. the US dollar before my wife and I travel to Paris and Prague in November. Any ideas?

  10. I Know!!!
    We trap them, too. I have photos.

    On a side note
    It is discouraging to see how people do not treat pet rabbits as
    dogs and cats. People don’t put dogs in a cage!
    and rabbits are very clean
    and are naturally litter trained.
    A sweet, docile low maintenance pet for apartments…no expences either..
    get them spayed/neutered, and it’s just the food and the litter to buy.
    Great reward…people have not discovered the wonderful personalities
    of bunnies:)

    http://www.rabbit.org/

  11. “I’m not go’ in down
    Jo Dee Messina”

    ?
    What song is that?

    Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
    The gypsy flies from coast to coast

    Knowing many, loving none,
    Bearing sorrow havin fun,
    But back home hell always run
    To sweet melissa… mmm…

    Freight train, each car looks the same, all the same.
    And no one knows the gypsys name

    No one hears his lonely sigh,
    There are no blankets where he lies.
    In all his deepest dreams the gypsy flies
    With sweet melissa… mmm…

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