The Purpose of Miracles

Ray

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Signs point to something beyond themselves. They have significance; they signify something. What were the so-called miracles or signs of the New Testament designed to signify? What did they point to?

Obviously, they had important value in what they accomplished. Jesus satisfied the needs of the wedding host when He made wine out of water, and He certainly met the needs of sick people when He healed them and of grieving parents when He raised their children from the dead. But what was the significance of those things?

In order to answer that question, we can look first at Nicodemus. When Nicodemus came to Jesus at night, he said to Him, “Rabbi, we know that you are a teacher come from God, for no one can do these signs that you do unless God is with him” (John 3:2). Nicodemus was saying that Jesus must have been from God because of the signs He performed. Later, Jesus Himself said, “Believe me that I am in the Father and the Father is in me, or else believe on account of the works themselves” (John 14:11).

To see this idea in its full measure, we can look at a warning in Hebrews:

Therefore we must pay much closer attention to what we have heard, lest we drift away from it. For since the message declared by angels proved to be reliable, and every transgression or disobedience received a just retribution, how shall we escape if we neglect such a great salvation? It was declared at first by the Lord, and it was attested to us by those who heard, while God also bore witness by signs and wonders and various miracles and by gifts of the Holy Spirit distributed according to his will. (Hebrews 2:1–4)

The author of Hebrews is saying that God confirms the truth of His Word through miracles. That point is often woefully neglected, but it has important implications. If the Scriptures say we know God’s Word is true because its authors have been authenticated by miracles, how then can one who is not an agent of revelation also perform miracles? If all kinds of people can do these things, their “signs” prove nothing about their authority or whether they have been sent as spokesmen for God. At stake in this issue is the authority of Christ, the authority of the Apostles, and the authority of the Bible itself.

Moses was called by God from a burning bush to stand up to Pharaoh and lead the Israelites out of Egypt. Moses staggered at this command and said, “But behold, they will not believe me or listen to my voice, for they will say, ‘The LORD did not appear to you’ ” (Ex. 4:1). So God instructed Moses to throw his staff on the ground. Moses did, and the stick became a serpent. Then God told Moses to place his hand in his shirt, which he did, and Moses’ hand became leprous. God was planning to confirm His Word by miracles; these “signs” would be the means by which Moses would demonstrate that he was God’s spokesman and appointed leader.


R. C. Sproul
 
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I think I'm going to agree with Bob here.

For years I'd felt like I was one of those people who were watching from the sidelines.
Like Job, I was saying...
I read the Bible and see the stories, but where is the God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel?
Why do they get to experience Him, and my experience was an introduction to, but I'm not experiencing him the way I thought we were supposed to?

Well... my cancer brought me to my knees.
In 2003, I felt like I was living inside a cube the size of a single heartbeat.
I was certain I would die, and at 43, I wasn't ready for it.

I mistakenly thought I could bargain with death.
I love the fact that God said He annulled our covenant with death. Isaiah 28:18.

By the spring of 2004, I snapped. I got in a verbal argument with death, and my cancer.
Like the movie characters who are Italian mafioso wise guys, I said... either kill me or leave me alone! You wanna dance? Let's dance! You wanna piece of me?! Then do it! Kill me or leave me alone.

Shortly after that I began to count my recurrences, and the time between each.

I went from 10 years to 23 months. From 23 months to 18 months. From 18 months to 30 months. From 30 months to 10 months. From 10 months to 9 months. I was sure that by 2006, I'd be dead.... enjoying eternity with Jesus.

By the time I got to 2008-10 I realized that I was still alive.
I realize that this sounds strange, but I was living day to day. During the summer of 2003, I literally felt like my life had been reduced to a single heartbeat.
We've all heard about "live one day at a time."

Well... I was living one heartbeat at a time.
It literally became my version of the alcoholism phrase...

Yet, through it all.... YHVH, the God of Abraham, Isaac and Israel was with me. He was MY God. He didn't do the spectacular, or the astonishing.
He just showed up every single day, and walked with me, through the darkest, most desperate times of my life.

I have been a follower of Jesus dating back to 1977.

In 2012, I met a brother in Christ who had non-hodgkins, T-cell lymphoma.
The pastor gave him the opportunity to run a cancer Bible study through Psalm 23.

While he and I were talking about it one day, I responded to a comment he'd made and I said,

This is in regards to the "though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death...."

I told him...

Yeah, but nobody ever said how long the shadows would get.


Then it began to dawn on me.... I had walked through this valley. Indeed, I was still in it, but it wasn't AS dark as it had been.
For me, that valley was more like a train tunnel. A really long, dank, dark, desperately deep tunnel.
I found myself walking along a single rail. I often lost my balance. But in the darkness, I began to become aware that I had a light. It wasn't bright. It didn't light up the entire tunnel. It was more like a small light, a lantern. Something that was like a lantern.
I could see a single step in front of me. I could see a single step behind me. But to my left and right, I felt like I was straddling a pinnacle and a great crevasse was before me, to both sides.
It was quite terrifying.
Yet he was there.

As my awareness increased, I began to perceive on what I can only describe as a primal level, that my lantern... it was YHVH's Word. His word became a light to my feet, and a lamp to my path. This awareness grew over time, and was recognized years later.

All these things were occurring on a primal level. Not cognitive recognition, but at a much deeper point in my life.

As time moved on, I was becoming increasingly aware that I was still alive. But now, I was asking- how do I live? What do I do with this new life I am experiencing.

So... yes... Bob is correct... in my case... it was to get my attention. But at a far deeper level than merely grabbing me by the scruff of my neck/shirt.
It's to grab a hold of me at the primal level of my life.

To help me see that YHVH himself is God.

My I am!
The hope, the joy, the encouragement, the sustenance of my heart.
 
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