The general sentiment today about miracles runs like this: “If we’d had IMAX cameras throughout history, there would have been fewer miracles.”
“The closer you get to a miracle, the farther it recedes from you.”
So go the objections to miracles, that a majority (if not all) were hallucinations, wishful thinking, or good old tall tales to impress the girls catechumens.
But I contend that people airing those opinions with such dismissive abandon have yet to actually come face to face with two things: 1) thehard evidence of actual miracles and 2) the change in the dynamic of grace in the year of Our Lord. We live in a ‘Michael Bay’ world, where the highest grossing films are those packed with substance, and starved of style.
If you’re happy with that, well… you won’t enjoy it for very long. We can only take so much stuff before it bores us, and we stop believing in it. I want to show you that we live in an age of transcendence, and we’re focusing too hard on the dirt on the windscreen, rather than on the glory drowning us all around.