When my oldest grandson was a little boy and he participated in our family Seder, in addition to asking the four questions, he told the story in his way.
“The Pharaoh was really mean to the Jews. Moses the leader of the Jews got sick and tired of it and after the Pharaoh refused to let up Moses said to his people: “Guys, we are out of here. We are going home. When the people followed him and ran away from Egypt, the Egyptians chased them, but a miracle happened. The sea parted for the Jews and “drownded” the Egyptians. ”
Well miracles just never cease. In 1948 another miracle occurred and the seas were parted again by the steel hulls of ships bringing the Jews home. The tattered and humiliated and traumatized remnants of the Shoah came home and created a nation with its restored ancient language, once nearly extinct, a state of the arts army, a powerful navy, and fighter jets that streak across the air- all with the Star of David clearly displayed.
Today, seventy years after the Passover of 1943 when the Jews of the Warsaw Ghetto fought valiantly against the Nazis with makeshift guns and explosives and knives and forks, Israel lives and thrives.
That’s a miracle. I don’t know what else one can call it.