The dictionary defines a miracle as an event that seems inexplicable by natural or scientific laws and accordingly gets attributed to some supernatural or praeternatural cause. As a child, I remember hearing about miracles happening in many situations, including someone being cured of a disease or escaping a near-fatal accident. As I got older, I wondered about the Catholic church’s requirement of miracles for sainthood. Later, I became obsessed with stories soldiers told about comrades who seemed impervious to bullets. My rational mind, scientists, and the secular world assured me that miracles could not happen because miracles were against the laws of physics. If miracles are so preposterous, why do we still talk about them? The concept would have disappeared from our vernacular long ago, along with our belief that the world is flat and that ten leeches sucking the blood from your chest can cure asthma.