I’ve been thinking a lot about the miracles contained in the gospels….lepers were healed, as were the infirm like the woman with the issuance of blood; the dead were raised and families restored; food and drink were multiplied and no one went hungry. We call them miracles because they are not the norm, because it took a Power greater than man can comprehend to make them happen. The gospels show us the hand of God on man. Lately, however, I have been wishing that maybe I could know “the rest of the story” (as Paul Harvey would have said.) I mean, think about it – for years you are a leper, the lowest of the low, ostracized from your family and friends, unwelcome in society; your body has betrayed you; you are broken and alone. Then One day the Son of God steps in, and you are no longer who you once were. Everything changes in that moment. You can no longer be assigned the place you once were assigned; you are now free of what has bound you for so long; your interactions change; your