In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
It is striking to think that the nearest common object — a stone, a piece of belly button lint, a newspaper, a paper clip — is as much a miraculous creation of God as the loaves and fishes Jesus produced from nothing in a moment. To be sure, God took a rather roundabout and elaborate way of getting from the Big Bang to the paper clip or the belly button lint — a way involving quantum physics, several billion years of stars churning out heavy elements, the whole history of life on earth, the whole of human history (at least in the case of the paper clip) and myriads of little human epiphanies involving geology, metallurgy, papyrus, the invention of writing, the rise and fall of empires and civilizations and an Industrial Revolution or two. But the fact remains that whatever route God took from the space-time singularity to the everyday flotsam-and-jetsam that you see around you, it was ultimately just as much an act of astonishing supernatural creativity as if He’d whipped the whole thing up five minutes ago. Somehow, modernity has the idea that if a miracle happens really slowly, it’s less miraculous. T’aint so. A miracle is a miracle is a miracle, no matter its velocity. Creation is one huge miracle.