Their wails and sobs bounced off the church walls and ceilings, creating a dramatic spectacle unlike anything I’d ever seen. I don’t remember every detail, but my mother told me I got up from my pew—we usually sat in the fifth row—and walked to the front of the church, where I stood next to about a dozen people waiting to be healed.
Apparently, my amazement was evident because our pastor said, “Oh, little Timmy Storey finds this fascinating!” The congregation laughed. I was mesmerized—the stuff the missionary had told us about was happening right here, in front of me, to people I’d known most of my life. Every person who walked out of the church that day, including me, was filled with the Miracle Mentality.
To believe in miracles, to be open to the idea that wonderful things can sweep into your life, you don’t need to witness a scene like the one I saw in church that day. You can look at your own life and the lives of people you know. If we start to probe, I’m sure we can find evidence of the miraculous.
I believe the Miracle Mentality is innate. Through education, observation and conversation, we all can draw out what’s already there. Unfortunately, many of us experience a subpar education, a scarcity of observation and the wrong conversation. Subsequently, our Miracle Mentality is suppressed. For many, that’s called “life.” But if you put someone in the proper environment, if you work to change their perspective on the world—adding the right kinds of education, observation and conversation—you can change everything. They’ll “discover” the power of the Miracle Mentality.
The Miracle Mentality transports us into something I call the “uncommon life”—a life lived outside of the ordinary, in an unusual manner. To get to an uncommon life, you must have uncommon dreams, which require uncommon patience.
Unfortunately, many of us aren’t able to summon these uncommon states until we’re going through something extraordinarily difficult and trying. I have an example of the Miracle Mentality coming to me through pain. When I was 11 my father died in a motorcycle accident. As he rode his motorcycle through my hometown of Whittier, California, a police cruiser ran through a red light and crashed into him, killing him. His death consumed my entire family and locked us into agony and depression for years. In many ways, my family never recovered. Not long after his death, I walked past my parents’ bedroom and heard my mother sobbing behind the door. The agony of hearing her tears hit me in the gut. I had a choice in that moment: Either be devoured by the climate swirling around me, or allow my imagination to take me outside the four walls of that small house. I chose the latter.
What did I do to escape my surroundings? I watched cartoons and Soul Train, because I saw people having fun. Listening to Motown music comforted me. I found an escape in books. In all these ways I held on to my belief that miracles can happen.
It’s one thing to capture the Miracle Mentality when you’re young; it’s another thing to hold on to it as you grow older and are buffeted by life’s experiences. Most people get derailed on the way to becoming a grown-up and lose all sense of the miraculous. That’s why I say that the uncommon dream requires uncommon focus and uncommon faith.
Learn more about Tim Storey’s motivational messages at timstorey.com. His new book, The Miracle Mentality, is out now.