Disbelievers doubt rumors of miracles. They insist on seeing things with their own eyes. Believers recognize small miracles, like the everyday love that exists in families. (Who else could love these people?) Perhaps the greater miracle is that God’s work is quiet and subtle, easily overlooked; perhaps the greater miracle is that His work doesn’t conform to the expectations or demands of those who do not believe in Him.

Boys climb hills “because they are there.” Men climb mountains because they know there is something beyond them and they want to see it. They want to see what is “behind,” “farther in,” and “deeper down.” Men are not afraid of what they will find. They know something is there because no matter where man has looked, there has always been more. Armchair explorers call that more “randomness.” Real explorers call it God.

So why am I so reluctant to surrender to God? Why so slow to yield? Perhaps it is because I am not only in enemy-occupied territory, but because I am enemy-occupied territory.

Every assertion of my will is an illumination of His infinite patience. But the day will come when He will see that I have gotten as far as I can go. He will say, “Enough,” and my rebellion will end, either because I have finally seen truth and submitted myself to it, or because I finally admit that I cannot see it, and He mercifully calls me Home, where only truth exists.

The weaknesses, faults, and flaws in our bodies are easy enough to discover. As time passes, they increase. We lament them. But perhaps we miss the point. Perhaps our bodies are actually perfect, divinely designed to give each spirit precisely the tutoring it needs to learn dominion and overcome the self and the world. Perhaps one day we will discover that each flaw in our bodies is a magnificent gift that invites us to seek help at the hands of the Master Healer.