Lucky - and all - This is what I posted at the bottom of my second post, I thought it was the bottom of my first post, but somehow now it's the bottom of my second one.
Consider
As far as I know, no one has listed the miracles and chronicled the biblical results on the people as thoroughly as Enyart did. Do you maintain that he missed some miracles, or? Also, you might start by addressing Bob's definition of what a biblical miracle really is. Do you agree with his use of the term?
And if possible, lets not get too subjective, lets let God's word rule over our faith. For those who promote miracles are for today, they will tend to list example after example as though their subjective (and likely biased) witness should determine the truth of the matter.
Also, I would like to make a point about the nature of unstable man, and I will use myself as a primary example. Since my example is not in the bible and I will only apply it for what it is worth, please consider the following. You can not trust man any where near like you can trust God and His word.
For example, and I realize that this is an extreme case, but, when I was young, I was playing in the backyard of one of my neighbors. There was three of us and a younger girl, but she was not part of our game. We were playing jarts, and it was just me and my neighbor boy who was just one year older than me, and I'd guess that we were about 8 or so at the time, and the third guy was a friend of the neighbor boy's older brother, he may have been 4-5 years older or so. Anyway, at one point, my neighbor bent over to pick up my jarts while my teammate got the crazy idea of trying to throw one of his jarts into his circle! I was horrified, but just prior to him doing it, he clued me in about what he was going to do. I guess I didn't catch it right away and something went wrong in my mind, but more of that latter. Well this guy threw the jart way up high and it landed right in the knee of my neighbor. And by that time I was really shocked. It could have been waaaaay worse and it did not give him any serous problems, but,,, the story continues after I went home. I remember doing the dishes and feeling strange and bothered about what had happened to my neighbor, and finally I told my mother about it, and she became very angry with me. I told her that I was the one who threw the jart. After my neighbor got home from the hospital my mother took me over there and made me apologize for what I had done. It was one of the weirdest things that I've ever experienced, and I was feeling really guilty about it all too. They just looked at me strangely and said that I didn't do it, it was the other boy who was gone by then. At first I didn't believe them, and then they finally convinced me about what had actually happened.
Somehow I had transferred my horror and shock and dismay, through my neighbors complete ignorance of what was about to happen, and blamed my self for not doing anything about it. I can still see him there, bending over picking up the darts right before he threw it. He was bent over picking up my jarts when the other guy threw his, only when I think about it, I mostly don't know who's jarts were who's, and to make matters worse, he (the older boy) had been making me laugh almost the entire time, so when he clued me in to his stupid idea, I was caught unawares and was actually laughing about it while he did it!!!! That is a twisted thought. Such a traumatic experience threw me for a loop as I am a really emotive or sensitive person when it comes to other people's feelings, and was perhaps as impressionable as I would ever be, and it really bothered me about what had just happened. For the most part, I was unable to reconcile my thoughts and my feelings and my actions with what actually happened, and to make matters worse, right after it happened, I was alone to walk to my house in this state of shock and emotional upheaval and disbelief. I really don't know exactly how I got things so mixed up, but psychologists tell us that under certain high stress situations, our fight or flight survival mechanisms can induce some strange effects on our psyche if we have no means of fight or flight. Since considering this phenomenon I give the likelihood of the validity of abuse victims suppressing their abuse memories, or turning them into something that it was not in order to protect themselves at the time of the abuse.
The point should be clear, we are prone to error, even able to make completely wrong assessments. I've heard people say for example that they were entertained by an angle, perhaps you have heard this story too. One minute they were they, and then right after I turned and looked back, they were gone, I mean gone, no where in sight and there was no where for them to have hid in that short of a period of time. Thus it must have been an angel. It's called being human, we make mistakes, honest mistakes. So we need to examine what is and is not a miracle, and by what evidence we can trust to validate a miracle if we are going to get anywhere.