I wonder sometimes if all the talking and moralizing makes us feel like we have accomplished something so we can ignore the Voice in the night.
The only measure of achievement worth anything at all is how we have loved. If we have loved well, then lives change in our wake, even our own. If we have loved well, then we will have made an indelible mark on the lives we have touched. If we have loved well, we have succeeded.
I have always wanted to be the pastor of a merry band of misfits who help those who are in need and is a friend of singers and storytellers.
If God is near and loves us and desires to set us free from the oppression and tyranny of religion, commercialism, addiction, our own stupidity, a non-exhaustive list which is the rest of Jesus teaching, then His presence should affect how we live our life.
We, by nature, are prone to wander. We run hard after whatever we see just beyond our reach that we are sure will make us happy, and then we are lost. We find ourselves on an unknown street fighting for our very lives and living in perpetual fear.
If a unique and specific God wanted to use a miracle to make a point, it seems to me He would be best served by a unique and specific miracle; one sufficient miracle. One miracle sufficient to prove that He was God and to fulfill His purposes as God. Not a miracle to just prove existence, but to prove His existence in specific.
If you imagine our moral history as a giant brick wall, Jesus Christ tagged it with a huge red cross.