Two aspects of this saying – expectation, and miracles.
I believe I remember hearing it when I first came to the program. I liked the mystical implications as much as I did not believe in things unseen. I don’t know what I expected, miracle-wise, but I can articulate my understanding of it today.
A room of sober alcoholics is a miracle. I understand alcoholism to be fatal for many, and terrible for the rest who go through life drinking and drugging and trying to stop, or not trying to stop. As I sit and write this I know that around there world there are gathered groups of sober alcoholics following the twelve steps and staying sober. That is a miracle.
My personal miracle, aside from the one about being nearly dead and coming back to life through sobriety, is that at some point during my journey I started wanting it. There was a day, and I didn’t know it at the time, when I changed my attitude to one where I wouldn’t take the pill, shot, gene therapy, or anything else that would take away my alcoholism because my sobriety, through Alcoholics Anonymous, is the best in my life. It makes every other good thing possible.
Expecting this miracle? I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I hope that this kind of expectation makes us ready, somehow, to receive it.