I so enjoy the newscasters here in the US, especially here from where I’m writing in Kansas City. They inserted an entire section into the Kansas City Star that next morning about the Jayhawks, as they should. The KU basketball team won the men’s national championship in an overtime victory that Monday night in San Antonio. It was a great game, with the best two teams in the tournament performing well, and giving the crowd, both there in the Alamodome and around the globe watching on television, a series of thrills.

Unfortunately, the Star’s headlines editors entitled the insert section, “Miracle II.” Throughout the articles writers sprinkled the reports with “miracle three-pointer” and KU was “in need of several miracles.”

Now I’m a die-hard fan. And proud of it. I still have the 1988 final game between KU and Oklahoma, the game that never stopped, on video tape at home in Sydney. But let’s get our terms right. The last shot by Mario Chalmers with 4 or 5 seconds left in regulation was not a miracle. It was a great shot, a terrific shot, an unlikely shot, but not a miracle.

You see, if you throw the ball at a certain angle, with the right speed, and the right length, it will go in. That’s what science tells us. It’s all about repeatability. That’s why the Memphis fans should be upset at their Tigers for failing to hit the repeatable free throws at the end of regulation.

A miracle, let’ see. What would a miracle have been for KU? Perhaps the appearing of a 6th or 7th man on the court, unseen to the referees, or even to the TV audience, but one who body blocked the Tiger big men and as a result allowed easy lay-ups for the Jayhawks. Or how about a time when the ball was physically going out of bounds, bouncing clearly off a Jayhawk, and for no apparent reason, the ball changes directions 180 degrees, increases speed, and kicks off a Tiger. Now that would be a candidate for ‘miracle.’ See? It’s the unexplainable; it’s the unrepeatable; it’s the invisible.

I guess I’m a bit guarding of the term because, and get this, I DO BELIEVE in miracles. But every day is not another miracle. Every sunrise is not a miracle. Having a baby is not a miracle. It’s the natural; it’s the ordinary; it’s the repeatable.

So when I read about people having cancer and being healed without a drug or battery of radiation, I sit up and listen. When I hear about Red Seas parting or manna falling from heaven in the Passover story, I take notice. God is the author of miracles, and He loves to shake things up a bit. And He will do things for you, as well.

Do you trust Him? Why not ask Him for help today?