Why doesn’t G-d do biblical Miracles today? He still does!
Many contemporary People feel disconnected from the vibrant, Spirit-filled ministries of the prophets described in the Bible. In the Only Testament, G-d seemingly took the people of Israel through miraculous events after miraculous events
Yet today, such miraculous events seem rare, and, when we do hear reports of miracles, many are skeptical. At the very least, we feel there’s something different about the way God worked in the Old Testament period and the way he works today. This raises a valid question: Why don’t we experience today the miracles we read about in the Old Testament?
To answer that question, we need to understand the purpose of miracles in the Bible.
Miracles in Scripture are acts of God that proclaim his sovereign power over creation as well as his commitment to the good of his people. Miracles are often significant because they serve a larger purpose in God’s redemptive plan, testifying to the authenticity of God’s messengers who bring his revelation to humanity. This is one of the primary functions of miracles in the scriptural narratives:
In the Old Testament, Moses did miracles to demonstrate his authority as God’s spokesman. Similarly, the prophets were given words to speak from God, and in order to verify their authority God granted them the ability to perform miracles
And don’t tell me that every day is a miracle, childbirth is a miracle, and the sunrise is a miracle. I am talking about splitting seas, dead people coming alive, and voices-from-heaven and hand-writing-on-the-wall type of miracles. The really supernatural stuff — what happened to that? Why did the people of the Bible get all the special effects and we don’t? Has G‑d retired?
One answer is as a child develops and grows, the parents gradually withdraw. A baby becomes a toddler; she can walk on her own two feet, feed herself, and look after some of her own needs. Eventually, she will grow into a young child, and can even go out of the house for the day, without her parents, and go to school. Then the child becomes a teenager when he asserts his independence even more. Teenagers brush off their parents’ advice, because they have to find their own way, and they think that they know best. As difficult as it is, the parents have to accept this as a part of their child’s maturation process, and to some extent allow the teenager to make some silly mistakes.
Otherwise, the child will never grow up. The other answer is to open your eyes to the History of Israel. Tonight starts Yom Yerushalim.
The armies of Egypt, Jordan, Syria, and Lebanon are poised on the borders of Israel . . . to face the challenge, while standing behind us are the armies of Iraq, Algeria, Kuwait, Sudan, and the whole Arab nation. This act will astound the world. Today they will know that the Arabs are arranged for battle; the critical hour has arrived.” —Egyptian President Gamal Abdel Nasser, May 30, 1967
And thus began the Six-Day War. A war school children know nothing of, millennial’s know sadly little and baby-boomers whisper about in reverential tones.
A war that affirms the Divine influence. A war that acts as a metaphor for 2,000 years of inexplicable, incomprehensible Jewish survival.
All of which might explain the on-stage shuffling and maneuvers, but none of which encapsulates the driving force of it all, the menacing shadow of our existence which has clung to us without reprieve.
The war’s results?
– Israel more than tripled in size
– 777 Jewish deaths
–For there is no greater provocateur than a Jewish victory.
You can read through many personal accounts. Those who lived through those terrifying days of uncertainty, fear, and hope, relive not just the terror, but also the wondrous Maccabean-like miracles of those extraordinary six days. Relive the sense of awe and wonder that Jews the world over—religious and secular alike—felt then, and reaffirm your own faith in the eternity of the Jewish people. Am Yisrael Chai.
Rabbi Shlomo Goren
Since I knew that on this day we would be liberating the Old City and reaching the Kotel, at around 4:30 in the morning I hurried to the home of my father-in-law [Rabbi David Cohen, the “Nazir of Jerusalem”], who had a synagogue attached to his home. “I need your synagogue’s shofar,” I told him when he opened the door to the sound of my knocking. “We are going to liberate the Kotel!” He became so emotional that he began to cry, but he climbed onto a table (the shofar was tucked away high up in a cupboard), and gave me the shofar . . .
According to Jewish law, when Jews go out to battle, they blow trumpets or shofars to assure their victory, as the Torah states: “And if you go to war in your land, against the enemy that oppresses you, then you shall blow an alarm with the trumpets; and you shall be remembered before the Lord, your God, and you shall be saved from your enemies.” It was for this reason that I had brought a shofar with me. The moment we drew close to the gate, I began blowing the shofar, sounding it loudly in this war for the liberation of Jerusalem . . . . I began to utter a prayer in between shofar blasts and shouted to the soldiers, “In the name of God, take action and succeed. In the name of God, liberate Jerusalem, go up and be successful.” I kept shouting the entire time until we were right on top of the Temple Mount, where I found Motta Gur [commander of the brigade that captured the Old City] standing surrounded by his soldiers. I had prepared a proclamation, which I then recited on the Temple Mount:
In honor of the liberation of the Old City, the Kotel, and the Temple Mount from the enemy legions on 28 Iyar, 5727 on the Jewish calendar.
Israeli soldiers, beloved of the nation, decorated with courage and victory, may God be with you, valiant heroes. I am speaking to you from the plaza of the Kotel, the remnant of our Holy Temple. “Comfort My people, comfort them, says your God (Isaiah 40:1). This is the day we have waited for . . . . The city of God, the place of the Temple, the Temple Mount and the Kotel, the symbol of the messianic redemption of the nation, have been redeemed this day by you, heroes of the Israel Defense Forces. Today you have fulfilled the oath of the generations—“If I forget you, O Jerusalem, may my right hand forget its cunning.” Indeed, we have not forgotten you, Jerusalem, our holy city, home of our glory, and your right hand, the right hand of God, has made this historic redemption . . .
From Rabbi Shlomo Goren, With Might and Strength: An Autobiography (New York, 2016), 326-327.
A Match Made in Israel
They say that in Israel everyone is a potential “shadchan” – a matchmaker. Smadar, a waitress at a local Jerusalem restaurant was no different. One day, she wanted to put her matchmaking skills to the test with one of her regular customers, a man named Itzik. She figured that Shlomit, another customer who seemed to have much in common with Itzik, would be an ideal match.
One day Itzik came into the restaurant when Shlomit was also there. Smadar dragged Itzik over to Shlomit ‘s table and introduced the two. Then she watched in amazement as Itzik put his arm around the Shlomit and said in his best mock-seductive voice, “Hellooooh, Shlomit .”
“You guys know each other?” Smadar asked.
“We sure do,” said Itzik. “She’s my sister.”