A second thought on miracles

Albert Einstein said, ‘There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle.’

Why are we so quick to dismiss miracles? Why do we have to ruin the joy or surprise that miracles provide in order to prove them scientifically wrong? Does proving something to be right or wrong make a miracle any less miraculous?

Look I’m as skeptical and snarky as the next person, but sometimes I like to just accept something great happened in my day for no other reason than God loves me and wants to surprise me so I can feel joy in my heart when there is so often only shit.

To make this statement true I would have to validate that God is real. I have to prove it in a calculated scientific manner that would be satisfactory to the doubter I am trying to convince. That’s just too much work. I don’t believe God is a finite mathematical problem to be solved but an infinite solution to all the world’s shit.

Why or how do miracles happen? I don’t know. I don’t pretend to know. I don’t care to know. I just enjoy the surprise. And the joy it brings to my day. That’s enough for me.