If you think about it, you really do have one up on the Jesus. He could walk on water, but you got that beat.
I'm staring out into this sudden Sunday spring downpour, safely under the carport roof and encircled within a long train of the Sunday nicotine express. See -- I think to myself, that's really the sky falling down out there, and I can trod right through that; puddles were once the sky.
In a million heavy sighs its heavenly song ends, furious water looking for the Source once more but limited to such earthen flows now. So is walking through the sky really better than walking on the water?
Hell, I think so. Maybe even a miracle.