Impossible or Possible?

Most of my life I’ve heard seemingly intelligent people talk about the impossible. When I was young, I lived with my Grandparents because my mother had Tuberculosis and had been placed in a Sanitarium – a place where they put those with such a disease, because medical experts said it was impossible for such to live.  She died all right – at age seventy-eight.  When I was fifteen years old, I sustained a  broken second vertebra of the neck.  Doctors and Orthopedic Surgeons said since I lived through it, I would be paralyzed for life,  Has anyone ever seen me paralyzed for even one day?   I’ve been around  churches all my life, having grown up with a Pastor-father, then served two churches as Pastor and thirty as Interim Pastor.  I’ve heard well-trained folks talk about things that were impossible for a church to do, then watched God allow those same things to happen.   A few days ago, I watched three Americans and one Canadian depart from Florida, circle the back side of the moon and land in the water off San Diego, California at the very spot where they were supposed to land – a feat some space experts said was impossible. So, please be careful when you use the word “impossible” around me.  I worship a God of the “possible.” Jesus Himself said, “With men it is impossible, but not with God; for with God all things are possible” (Mark 10:27).