When I was young, I had the profound experience of attending a worship concert where Max Lucado, a renowned Christian author, chose to direct everyone’s attention to a little boy who was sitting on his father’s shoulders, holding a microphone, singing along with the worship songs that were being performed. Intrigued by the boy’s enthusiasm, Max interrupted his message to draw everyone’s attention to the words on the boy’s shirt. He asked the father from the stage, “…what does the boy’s shirt say?” In a reply that could only be heard from the first few rows, the boy’s father yelled, “Born to Worship!” When Max repeated this to the crowd, they erupted in applause, a thunderous acknowledgment that was as overwhelming as it was deafening. Who knew that such a little boy could stir such a large crowd into excitement?
During the intermission, I seized the opportunity to meet this duo. Little did I know, the boy’s fame went beyond this worship concert; he held the title of “Miracle Baby.” Born with internal complications that should have limited his life to a mere few days, he defied the odds, surviving for four months before the underlying issue was discovered. His Father revealed this to me in tears because he knew how special his son was, and he wasn’t the only one with this knowledge anymore. Now, we were two in a sea of thousands.
This revelation struck me deeply. What was written on this boy’s shirt was something more profound than anyone knew. He really was “born” to worship, or rather, in this moment, “saved” to worship. As I continued to watch him, I noticed how passionate he was for the songs. He closed his eyes and raised his hands and swayed back and forth. He knew every word to every song atop his father’s shoulders. He was so young, yet he looked as if he were singing to God Himself. Angelic. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. I couldn’t help but think God had His hand on this boy.
I wondered what else had transpired in this family’s journey to bring them to this point of passion and surrender in their worship. It must have been brutal for a father to be faced with the potential death of his son. And his son must have had so much fear as to not know if he were to live or die. As I reflected, I was reminded that God’s work unfolds in unexpected ways, with unsuspecting people. It serves as a reminder that God can choose anyone to manifest His miracles and purposes.
I share this with you not merely as a captivating anecdote but as a call to introspection. God’s presence is woven into the fabric of our lives, and His plans are beyond our comprehension. At any moment—today or tomorrow—God can use you to be a living miracle to someone around you. Perhaps he already has. Are you someone who wants a miracle in their life?
Let us remember that we are all vessels of His workmanship. He is not finished producing that which is the miracle of our individual lives. Look sharp! Don’t let these miracles illude you. They are likely all around as we are unaware.
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