In some ways being a Catholic Blogger destroys the simplicity of one's faith. Personally, I've always been of the mind that it's better to believe in miracles than to despise them.
( The parting of the Red Sea.)
As a matter of fact, until I started blogging I didn't realize how many people did despise miracles despite the fact that the Bible is filled with them as is the history of the Church. There has never been a time that God has not stepped into our lives in miraculous ways as far I know.
(The manna in the desert.)
I simply assumed that others accepted miracles as part of God's provision and love for us.
(The Virgin Birth.)
Until I started blogging that is. Once you start blogging you begin to see that there are millions of Catholics who don't believe in miracles anymore.
Or even despise them as only necessary for people of small faith.
As in, "You may need to believe that miracles still happen since you are such a spiritual infant but I do not need them myself."
(St. Faustina... O ye great saint of so little faith!)
The first time I came across this kind of attitude I was a bit shocked.
(You too Little Flower? O the shame of it!)
After all, it seemed to me that if God saw fit to perform a miracle then we should be thankful, right? As in thanking the Giver of all good things?
(Oh, please say it ain't so St. Paul! Obviously, it was a moment of insanity on your part that brought about so great a conversion.)++
It didn't take me very long to become wary of what I wrote in certain comment boxes. I knew on which blogs it was okay to discuss the miraculous and which blogs to tread very carefully around.
(The lame shall walk.)
I learned this the hard way of course but managed to escape with my head intact.
(The blind shall see.)
It did occur to me that perhaps there was something wrong with me for believing so easily and maybe I should back down.
(The deaf shall hear.)
Good sense prevailed, thankfully.
(Take this, all of you, and eat of it,
for this is my Body,
which will be given up for you.
Take this, all of you, and drink from it,
for this is the chalice of my Blood,
the Blood of the new and eternal covenant,
which will be poured out for you and for many
for the forgiveness of sins.
Do this in memory of me.)
(By the way, you had a lot of nerve bilocating like that, St Pio.)
++ (Sorry, St. Paul, but it was a rather bizarre mystical experience you had and all that. You can' t blame people for questioning it, can you? Can you?)