Statistically, logically, and emotionally many events should never happened. While we know records in sports will be broken, we also know that some milestones will never be achieved. They are physically impossible, we think. They are emotionally beyond possible, we think. They are logically not within any possibility, we think. And yet, far more frequently than reflect on, the impossible happens.
The hard part to fathom is the simple measure of the odds. Before the impossible happens the odds are one in a million, trillion, billion, feel free to add as many zeros of the number as you like. Once the event has happened the odds are one in one. The impossible is real.
I still find myself not believing the impossible. I have come to accept that flying from New York to Japan, maybe even directly to Singapore, is something can be predictable, reliable, and routinely possible. I have come to accept that men and women will continue to make progress in sports and physical feats, breaking barriers that we have long believed would never be achieved. Some sports records may never been broken but one should never predict just which one will be the one.
Yet, there are things that I find impossible. Unconditional love, still have doubts. Unconditional acceptance, I wonder. The freedom to live without pain, heartache, and broken relationships seems beyond my ability to imagine. What are the odds?
Yet the odds of God setting the stage for my recreation are now one to one. The odds of having a framework for eliminating pain, heartache and broken relationships are now one to one. And for some the odds of having experiential proof of God’s unconditional love are now one to one.
One man had faith when his son was dying. He heard the words “Your son lives!” (John 4.51) Improbable odds became reality. Reality is that you and I are dying. We have no chance of coming out of this alive. With faith the odds change, God says you live. Know the odds of this scenario becoming reality? It’s your call.
