I’ve been praying a lot to God, Jehovah. Years ago, I laughed when I learned that my friend talked to God, just in everyday normal conversations. I laughed out of disbelief wondering how strange it all sounded. I don’t wonder anymore. It’s not strange at all. Instead it’s been quite comforting. Better than talking to my therapist. I don’t have to wonder if he understands or he would have a good suggestion for dealing with my angst. I simply trust that he’s hearing me and when the conditions are met, things will happen.

In the last few days, I asked for a miracle, not something huge or spectacular, just something small. Something to happen, that I never thought would happen or something only I knew the significance of. I asked because I was questioning the existence of God. I wanted God to perform and to show me his presence. But that of course wasn’t going to happen. To believe in God, there has to be faith, trust in his omnipotence. Why that must be so, I’m still not sure myself. Somehow though, I don’t think God needs to prove his existence to anyone but the reverse may be true. We must prove to him our worthiness, to be good for the sake of being good.

Anyway, after a few days of my repeated requests, I came home one night to find my sister on the couch watching Jim Carrey’s movie, Bruce Almighty. In the movie, God in the form of Morgan Freeman delivers this line to Bruce, “You want to see a miracle, son? Be the miracle.” I guess I got my answer. I had better get working.