Have Miracles Ceased?
Christ Comes While the Storm Still Rages
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Dear Disciple of Christ,
I know the storms that may have rocked you.
The waves that threaten to pull you under.
The nights when you have wondered whether miracles belong only to ancient stories—
whether God has stopped reaching into lives like yours.
He has not.
He Comes Before Anything Is Fixed
The waves were crashing.
The boat was already filling.
Fear had settled into their bones.
And then—
they thought they saw a ghost.
But it was Christ, walking toward them on the water.
Not after the wind died down.
Not once the danger passed.
Not in the eye of the storm.
But while the storm still raged.
That is the first miracle of this story.
Not courage.
Not action.
But presence.
Miracles Have Not Ceased
Miracles have not ceased.
They have simply changed form.
The water did not become calm.
The danger did not disappear.
The night did not instantly turn to morning.
And yet—there He was.
Walking steadily toward frightened men
who had nothing left
but fear
and hope.
The Quiet Shape of a Modern Miracle
When I finally surrendered my body—my temple—not just my will,
the miracle arrived quietly, with gratitude and shock.
It took 18 months to release 34 pounds.
Eating better.
Walking more.
Then I stalled.
For six months I repeated the same cycle:
lose four pounds during the week,
regain them on weekends—pizza, family, familiarity.
Almost a year later, after trimming another 24+ pounds in about five weeks as a shuttle driver to the ski resorts, I told my story often. I called it a miracle.
Most people dismissed it.
“What did you do?”
“Eat less. Exercise more.”
Simple, they said.
Yes—simple in theory.
But for more than twenty years, that “simple path” remained closed to me.
Rather than explain bipolar diagnosis, medication side effects, hospitalizations—rather than justify why this was a miracle—I stopped casting pearls.
I simply testified of the fruit:
- Seventy pounds released
- A CPAP machine abandoned after nine long years
- Inhalers set aside for good
- Daily movement transformed from burden into joy
- A Spartan race finished strong—
where once even a short walk left me injured and breathless
The storm did not stop.
My life did not suddenly become easy.
But He increased my light—
and invited me to live by it, or not.
The Mature Miracle
This is the mature miracle:
Not that life becomes calm,
but that God becomes present in every step.
In May of 2023, I began a daily podcast called Jesus Is the Mark—a deliberate act of setting Him as the focal point. To worship Him is to emulate Him. To emulate Him is to do greater works.
Daily attention became daily alignment.
And about a month into that practice, I awoke from a late-morning nap with a clear revelation:
The Lord would help me trim down.
If I lived what I knew, the spirit whispered,
He would fill in the gaps.
I learned then that discipleship is not only a surrender of will and mind—but of body.
Jesus Christ was a fit carpenter.
Not a 254-pound flooring salesman.
To emulate Him required more than thought.
Yet by thinking on Him more deeply,
my inward vessel was cleansed—
and the outer obedience followed.
Alignment preceded transformation.
Obedience invited power.
All things began working together for good—
not because every moment felt good,
but because God is good,
and He was in me.
An Invitation
He is standing in your storm right now.
Not asking you to calm the waters—
but to look up.
To recognize Him.
From the inside out.
Miracles follow those who believe unto action.
Now go and do and He will fill in the gaps.
Your friend, Kent
When seen, Christ declared, “It is I; be not afraid.”
