Ever since Jesus walked on the Earth people have claimed to have either seen or heard of miracles occurring. Even Ol’ Dutch has to admit to have seen some things that have to be attributed to Divine intervention since there really is no other explanation.

Now I have never seen the No. 1 miracle of someone being raised from the dead like Lazarus of old but there are stories around of this happening and so they may actually take place.

Ol’ Dutch often has things happen to him that seem miraculous enough that only God, himself, could be responsible. Things like crossing paths with a trophy deer or elk at just the right moment or walking away from a huge accident unscathed. The first is one of total enjoyment while the latter is one to be avoided at all costs if possible.

Miss Trixie seems to think that her mere presence with someone like me is a miracle worthy of a having a Lady of Fatima type shrine erected as a witness to a true miraculous intervention. She doesn’t realize that a true miracle has to be appreciated by the recipient and Ol’ Dutch is too dense to recognize this certifiable miracle.

A person would have to be pretty negative not to admit that things a man walking on the moon or medical advancements are anything short of miraculous. If you look hard enough in daily activities, you can see a lot of miracles happening all the time.

I suppose getting a parking spot close-up to the front door of where I am after a short prayer is probably miraculous in a way and just the other night I tried this “valet of God” method. Alas, for that time, it didn’t work.

Plus, as I was walking from the parking spot I did end up with, I complained a tad to the Big Man upstairs. To which, he reminded me that I needed the walk. I guess I did.

Down here in South Padre Island, a vast number of wheelchair-accessible parking spots are filled to capacity by the elderly “Winter Texan” set and seeing that makes me very thankful that I can walk, even though I complain.

The other night we were at a venue that was packed to capacity and thensome. Every special permit parking spot was filled and to get around the dining deck, you had to step over a few canes and around a few wheeling apparatus. Apparently having a free buffet draws out even the tired and weary among society.

Our group had gotten there early and they were already ensconced at a table drinking strange colored drinks with little umbrellas. We all hammered and hawed for a few minutes with them discussing one ailment or another, until the signal came to line up for the food. And it was then that I saw a true miracle occur.

All of those folks leaped to their feet en masse. The clouds opened up at that moment and the hallelujah chorus was heard from heaven and I was reminded of Peter and John raising the crippled man at the gate Beautiful in the Bible as everyone lined up for free food. Not only were they able to walk the distance to the food trays but stood in line for over an hour to do so.

Another such miracle occurred not to long after that when I saw a person rise and walk from one of those electric vehicles in the Wal-Mart when it ran out of batteries.

All of these occurrences have had a real impact on Ol’ Dutch and now more than ever I am looking every day for the miraculous among us.

This week as you go about your normal mundane boring lives, look for miracles around you as God is surely at work.

After all, He did sell my property in Branson, Mo., this past week and that, my friends, is a miracle of no small measure.

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Kevin Kirkpatrick and his Yorkie, Cooper, fish, hunt, ATV or hike daily. His email is [email protected]. Additional news can be found at www.troutrepublic.com or on Twitter at TroutRepublic.