When I would hear the rabbi tell about some miracle such as a bush whose leaves were shaking but there wasn't any wind, I would try to fit the miracle into the real world and explain it in terms of natural phenomena.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Miracles are not contrary to nature, but only contrary to what we know about nature.
When the wind blows through a wood, its mass is cut and closed by every leaf, forming a train of jittery vortices in the air.
At the Summer Solstice, all is green and growing, potential coming into being, the miracle of manifestation painted large on the canvas of awareness. At the Winter Solstice, the wind is cold, trees are bare and all lies in stillness beneath blankets of snow.
Miracles, in the sense of phenomena we cannot explain, surround us on every hand: life itself is the miracle of miracles.
Only he shakes the heavens and from its treasures takes our the winds. He joins the waters and the clouds and produces the rain. He does all those things. Only he realizes miracles permanently.
There is a muscular energy in sunlight corresponding to the spiritual energy of wind.
We understand tornadoes scientifically, but it still feels supernatural. The randomness makes it feel supernatural.
You can understand why I'm a believer. I have seen miracles.
My boy, one small breeze doesn't make a wind storm.
One miracle is just as easy to believe as another.