This weekend my lover and I took a long walk in a local wooded, hilly park. It is the end of winter with barren trees, dull colors and cloudy skies — all with a beauty of its own. Without foliage, dead fallen trees stood out as they litter the forest floor. With all these trees, both of us reflected and confessed that we, ourselves, had never seen a tree fall. For all these dead trees around us, not once had we been in the forest when even one of them had fallen, and yet here they are – hundreds of fallen trees.
The Bible, and other religious texts, are full of stories of miracles — really big obvious miracles. Not subtle miracles like finding a hundred dollar bill on a sidewalk when you we short on money or like the dead sea being parted, or blind people being cured and the dead brought back to life.
One of my standard arguments against miracles has been that nowadays with almost everyone with a camera in their pocket, we get youtube witnessing of robberies, killings, accidents, hurricanes and more, but never youtube videos witnessing miracles. With all the amazing miracles religious people base their faith on, it seems they only happened at a time when there were no cameras and thus no evidence. And if they happen nowadays, it is only a miracle that no one is catching them on their cameras.
But consider the dead fallen trees as miracles. It is obvious that miracles happen, the Bible tells us so, we can read about them on any walk through the Bible. It is obvious that trees fall, we can see them in the forest on any walk. Just because we don’t see the trees fall, does not mean they don’t. It actually takes very like faith, with such trustworthy evidence, to know that trees fall or that miracles happen. No?
Please tell me you see the problem with such logic. If you don’t, and this story moved you, then you need to embrace some religion if you haven’t already.
For fun, on my poetry blog, I tried to capture this little essay in a poem. If you have time, tell me which works best. See here.