It's a miracle that you're here this morning! I suspect, though, that what I mean is not the first thing that came to your mind. I sense someone thinking, "The first Sunday after Easter! You bet it's a miracle. They don't call this Low Sunday for nothing!" Someone else is thinking, "Any morning I get up after a busy week and can still get the kids going and fed and dressed and to church, I've accomplished a miracle!" Or "You bet it's a miracle I'm here. I'd fully intended to go play ball, but my Dad made me come here first!" I don't mean that kind of miracle, though I admit I don't underestimate the value of your presence here this first Sunday after Easter Day!

I mean the miracle that began long ago or not so long ago (we're all different ages, and at different stages of our faith's…