More proof. More hat tricks. As if God were some vaudeville magician we could summon for a dollar. How have we grown so deaf? How have we grown so immune to awesomeness? Why are we so reluctant to be staggered or thunderstruck? Perhaps the frequency of the miracles blinds us to their beauty. After all, what spice is there in a springtime or a tree blossom? Don’t the seasons come every year? Aren’t there countless seashells just like this one? Bored, we say Ho-hum and replace the remarkable with the