But Naaman went away angry and said, “I thought that he would surely come out to me and stand and call on the name of the LORD his God, wave his hand over the spot and cure me of my leprosy. (2 Kings 5:11)

I hate to admit it, but sometimes the God show can be kind of boring. I guess he can get tired of trying to outdo himself all the time.  But I want the fireworks. I want thunder and lightning. I want water to turn into wine (a nice Merlot, say). I want a little water walking, some nifty special effects. Hey, if I must have a God, I want at least a little divine showmanship for my money.

But most of the time all I get is normal. I go to work. I eat. I sleep. I pay bills. You know: normal. Most of the time God stays invisible and I have to assume that he’s around and doing his job. I have to assume that he hears me when I talk at him. I have to assume that he’s in control in spite of all the evidence to the contrary (an ingrown toenail is a powerful argument for atheism). My days lurch by one after the other. I get older. No angels appear. I have to change my own flat tires and unplug the toilet myself.

But come to think of it, most of the time that’s just all right with me. I don’t mind boring. A book and an empty afternoon are about the best things I can think of. If I need a new vision, I can look out my window. If I need a divine encounter, there’s always Oprah. If I need some kicks, I can always drink a cup of good coffee and call it good. I’m not saying that I’d pass on a miracle or two, but a hyperactive deity might get a tedious. Maybe an occasional, low-key prayer chat (with me doing most of the talking) is fine.

Besides, if you count your heartbeat as a bona fide wonder, you’ve got yourself a miracle a second. Bling happens all the time.


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