Let me take you back to 1980: Lake Placid. The crowd is counting down -- 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4 -- and with three seconds left, Al Michaels, television announcer for NBC Sports, utters these famous words, "Do you believe in miracles?" What he was referring to was that the United States had just won the gold medal in hockey. Many experts thought this to be impossible, and yet, the United States had overcome all odds and won the gold medal. It did appear to many to be a miracle.
Saint Paul writes about the power of God. A power so great
My wife, who thrives on organization, has a motto: “A place for everything, and everything in its place.” It’s an expression of her passion for keeping a room, a house, or a garage orderly. But I think the principle extends still further. It goes beyond just physical spaces. For what is true of cupboards and closets is even more profoundly true of a human life.
I've had many reports of the Remembrance Sunday service held at Dickleburgh (in Norfolk, England) this year, mostly about the preacher. Since Dickleburgh has a historic connection with the Americans from the time of Second World War, they always invite the American Air Base at Mildenhall in Suffolk to join them for the service, and always invite the current American air force chaplain to preach.
On the Sunday afternoon following Thanksgiving, when I was in seventh grade, it began to snow. It started slowly and undramatically -- much like any number of other snows I had experienced growing up in Detroit. The sky turned the shade of dirty wool and the flakes danced through the wind as in one of those glass balls that you invert. Little by little the sidewalks whitened, and soon the neighborhood was alive with the rasping sound of shovels. Before long the roads were filled and you could no longer see the curb.