Miracles And Prayer

I expect miracles, too.
I suppose I could go as far as to say that I believe in miracles.

Why?
Well, the nice things about miracles is that they are by defintion out of the ordinary and supernatural, and - to my little mind - are therefore beyond reasoning about them.
So I am relieved from arguing about miracles: they're miracles! They're Miraculous! They transcend Reason!

For the most part, if you find yourself in a mess and you turn to prayer, it's already too late.

There may be a miracle. They do happen. But, for the most part, you have certain bodily parts in the wringer, or you are backing into the buzz saw, or the lawnmower man is waiting for you to come out of the house.

Prayer is the road map for the rest of your life.
If you see it as an invitation to a miracle, God usually passes. He doesn't even send His regrets.
But once you have blundered your way into your own private hell, turning to God is learning to get the heck out of Hades. Prayer is the road map.
If you use prayer as a tool, you will be disappointed.
If you use it as your invitation to some completely different, you have taken that proverbial small step at the beginning of 1,000 miles.