It has often been pointed out that the story about Jonah and the whale is scientifically impossible. It would need a miracle to happen.
That may be so.
But, it’s not the only miracle. How about the miracle of being alive? C. S. Lewis put it like this: “The probability of us being here is so small, you’d think the mere fact of existing would keep us all in a contented dazzlement of surprise.” Every moment of existence is a fathomless mystery. It is miraculous gift.
Or how about the miracle of sex? The intimate, delightful, exhilarating union of a man and woman that brings about the creation of a brand new, unique, wriggling human being? How awesome is that?
Or the miracle of having eyes and ears to see and hear the beauty and wonder around us? The miracle of having toes and a tongue and fingers and knees and a nose? Or the miracle of walking on a planet where there are blackberries, waterfalls, sunsets, hummingbirds, rainbows, orcas, butterflies, and penguins?
Has your heart not beat faster at the sight of young beauty? Have you not stood with fascination to watch a deer leaping across a meadow, an eagle soaring, a rainbow after a summer storm, a sunset splashing glory across the sky?
We live in a world of stunning beauty; we are surrounded with wonders on every hand. If it has ceased to astonish you, chances are you are dead. There are miracles to be seen wherever we look.