@Aristoddler,
Aristoddler wrote: There haven't been any miracles since the time of Christ, or shortly after.
I don't mean to hijack this thread or start an argument, but I disagree here.
My grandparents story is one of the few things that I have never been able to doubt. (I thought maybe this should be its own thread, but then decided that it has everything to do (for me) with Faith and Miricles, so here it goes:) )
During a short time period when God became very real to them, there were a number of healings, as well as some other events that I would believe to be miracles, though I know that could be debated. What I know comes from first hand stories from the most trustworthy and honest people I have ever known, and from others that knew them and have no conflicting interest in the story. There story was also (many years later) put into book form, so anyone who wanted to disagree has had ample oportuninty to do so.
During this time my Grandmother was cured of depression, while the doctors were suggesting the my Grandfather place her in an institution. She was changed in a matter of week into the loving, selfless, outgoing, and joyful person that she continued to be throughout the rest of her life. (She died last January)
Also near that time, one of their sons (who had been bed-ridden) was healed of a heart murmur brought on by rheumatic fever, and a daughter was healed of chronic nephritis (kidney disease) after a prayer and request for healing.
My Grandfather was healed of a spinal injury. Years earlier he had fallen 36 feet, head-first, onto a concrete floor.
He survived, but his back was obviously injured and continued to deteriorate as he continued to run a farm. He was not a complainer, and grit his teeth and worked through the pain until one day he collapsed and couldn't move. If anyone touched his back or moved him he would be in excruciating pain. X-rays at the hospital showed that his back was destroyed. They were going to operate on him, and then leave him in a neck-to-knee cast for weeks (I think 6), without any assurance of recovery. That evening, two friends of his (who didn't know each other) arrived to his room withing 30 seconds of each other. Both had come because they believed God wanted them to come and pray for Norman (my grandpa). They said a short, simple prayer and left. Over the course of the night, my grandpa's pain subsided and by morning he felt fine! Long story short: The doctors were in disbelief for quite a while, but after seeing him walk and move with no pain and no relapse, he was allowed to leave a few days later. There was (is) no medical explanation for how that could have happend. His back never gave him problems again, though his right hand was always a little disfigured from the original fall.
Of course, since it was real life, there is much, much more to the story. (all of which, by the way, makes the story more miraculous, not less.
) Their life was not always healings and roses from that point on, but it was a life of joy and full of purpose. And yes, there were more miracles at times, but they also understood (and taught) that we don't always get what we want, but that we can (and should) ask. For what it's worth, none of the medical problems I mentioned ever returned, and that happened in the early fifties (if I did my math right :rolleyes: ).
Why did God do that for them? I don't know all the answers, and it's certainly not because they were (or became) perfect. But I do know that their life showed that they were willing to give everything (and they did just about that) to serve Him. I also know that through their story many people have come to know God better. Which reminds me of what I said about Jesus and miracles a few posts ago: at times God reveales Himself in specific ways so that we can know and believe in His true character in spite of the world that we see around us. (Needless to say, my grandparents were in a very ugly spot in life before the time I'm describing. Yet they believed in God's goodness before they saw it, and in the end they did see it.
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And unfortunately, now you are hearing this story 2nd hand, which makes it much harder to believe and appreciate. But for me, their story (and I've told only a little part) has been a solid truth that I can't ignore even if I want to, and a foundation when I've needed it.
By the way, if you want to find the book: It's by Norman Charles and is called Heaven on Earth Family Style. (And this isn't a plug, since I don't think anyone related to me makes and $ off of them. I just think it's a good read... :p )
Edited to say: All this is not to say that no hoaxes have been around.(And there have been) It's just to say that I know of a story that is real.