We who preach and write, do so in a manner different from which the Scriptures have been written. We write while we make progress. We learn something new every day. We speak as we still knock for understanding...If anyone criticizes me when I have said what is right, he does me an injustice. But I would be more angry with the one who praises me and takes what I have written for Gospel truth than I would be with the one who criticizes me unfairly. -Augustine

The Wonder of It All

The early morning mist lessens as the full moon gleams through its haze, a star not far from its side. Insects are busy with their distant clamor, and with distinct and persistent chirps, the birds announce the arrival of a brand new day. A forest surrounds me with blended trees, each boasting its own distinguishable color of green. All is a gift for my eyes to behold.

I am drawn to the yellow-coned flower, coupled with a purple Japanese maple proclaiming the beauty of contrast. The aroma of mint, lemon, and lavender soothes my soul. Ah, there is the cry, or should I say the screech, of the eagle–good morning to you, great and majestic king of birds. Your visage of crisp white and tar black keeps me in awe. The surrounding beauty is unfathomable. Yet the world would have us to believe that these treasures were brought to us through the evolution of time and chance.

My friend, when I bite into a sweet apple just picked from the tree, and see the inner design of the core and its seeds; when I observe the iridescent scales of a fish, the shell of an egg, a droplet of water, the sand of the sea, the soar of an eagle, the warmth of a kitten, the lick of a puppy, the birth of a baby, and the crowning beauty of woman–the wonder of it all paralyzes me–I can only stand in awe and believe. And proclaim that there is, without question, God.

Now I understand why David wrote in the Psalms, “For you, O LORD, have made me glad by your work; at the works of your hands I sing for joy. How great are your works O LORD! Your thoughts are very deep! The stupid man cannot know; the fool cannot understand this” (Psalm 92).

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