All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.

All the biblical miracles will at last disappear with the progress of science.

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it read more

What is a miracle?--'Tis a reproach,
'Tis an implicit satire on mankind;
And while it satisfies, it censures too.

Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.

Accept a miracle; instead of wit,--
See two dull lines by Stanhope's pencil writ.

Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or read more

Miracles happen to those who believe in them. Otherwise why does not the Virgin Mary appear to Lamaists, Mohammedans, or Hindus who have never heard of her?

Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
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Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life;
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of Thy reign,
Distils from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.
- Richard Crashaw,

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in read more

Miracles are a retelling in small letters of the very same story which is written across the whole world in letters too large for some of us to see.

All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every second.

All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every second.

So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
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So holy writ in babes hath judgment shown
When judges have been babes; great floods have flown
From simple sources, and great seas have dried
When miracles have by the greatest been denied.

When Christ at Cana's feast by pow'r divine,
Inspir'd cold water, with the warmth of wine,
See! read more

When Christ at Cana's feast by pow'r divine,
Inspir'd cold water, with the warmth of wine,
See! cry'd they while, in red'ning tide, it gush'd,
The bashful stream hath seen its God and blush'd.