OK, I’ll admit that the headline above is an exaggeration. I don’t really think this blog post is downright miraculous. But if it caught your attention, it has served its purpose.


To be honest about the matter, I should concede at the outset here that I don’t really believe in miracles. Rather, I simply recognize that everything that happens in life can be made to seem miraculous. That’s because a case can be made that everything seems to be almost impossibly unlikely.


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It’s extremely  unlikely that I would write this blog post and that it would gain your attention. In order for me to be writing this piece at this precise instant in this humble home of mine in Rockford, Ill., of all places, countless factors had to be just right. And countless other factors had to be just right for your eyes to fall upon this piece. Even slight changes in my life over the past 72 years — or slight changes in your life, however long it’s been — likely would have precluded my writing this piece or your reading it.


Then, too, if this post prompts thoughts and perspectives on your part that somehow influence the rest of your life, even in the smallest of ways, it might be said to be nearly miraculous.


That’s pretty much the way life works, isn’t it? Everything that happens in your life is the result of various unlikely occurrences somewhere along the line. Your parents or their parents might well have met and married under unlikely circumstances. And countless other highly unlikely circumstances resulted in your reading of this post.


My overall point here is a simple one: Since everything that happens in life can be made to seem extremely unlikely, we shouldn’t easily fall for claims that any one occurrence — or series of occurrences — is a miracle.


Putting it another way, the odds against everything that happens are long, but that doesn’t necessarily make anything that happens miraculous.


(To be fair, I should acknowledge that this piece was inspired by THIS PIECE.)

OK, I’ll admit that the headline above is an exaggeration. I don’t really think this blog post is downright miraculous. But if it caught your attention, it has served its purpose.

To be honest about the matter, I should concede at the outset here that I don’t really believe in miracles. Rather, I simply recognize that everything that happens in life can be made to seem miraculous. That’s because a case can be made that everything seems to be almost impossibly unlikely.

Follow me here:

It’s extremely  unlikely that I would write this blog post and that it would gain your attention. In order for me to be writing this piece at this precise instant in this humble home of mine in Rockford, Ill., of all places, countless factors had to be just right. And countless other factors had to be just right for your eyes to fall upon this piece. Even slight changes in my life over the past 72 years — or slight changes in your life, however long it’s been — likely would have precluded my writing this piece or your reading it.

Then, too, if this post prompts thoughts and perspectives on your part that somehow influence the rest of your life, even in the smallest of ways, it might be said to be nearly miraculous.

That’s pretty much the way life works, isn’t it? Everything that happens in your life is the result of various unlikely occurrences somewhere along the line. Your parents or their parents might well have met and married under unlikely circumstances. And countless other highly unlikely circumstances resulted in your reading of this post.

My overall point here is a simple one: Since everything that happens in life can be made to seem extremely unlikely, we shouldn’t easily fall for claims that any one occurrence — or series of occurrences — is a miracle.

Putting it another way, the odds against everything that happens are long, but that doesn’t necessarily make anything that happens miraculous.

(To be fair, I should acknowledge that this piece was inspired by THIS PIECE.)