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From: Janet Lewis Burns
Lewiston, Minn.
From what depth does the song of the chickadee come, and the crocus push through a late snow? To what distance does the jet's white streak in the midday sky dissolve into a blue eternity?
From what vessel of breath, an uttered prayer, has the crop survived an inclement season? From where did strength make its way to assure a deathly ill child's recovery? From what power has the core of the ancient red oak recorded its life's existence?
One can question these daily mysteries. The answer, which rings true to a multitude of believers, has been the subject of ridicule, harassment, and antagonism down through the ages, is faith in a Creator, the Supreme Being. Our physical survival as earthly dwellers is the gift of the life forms that precedes us...
but from what deep well and at whose command did they derive their first breath of "being?" By whatever name any individual chooses to address it - there is no doubt that a power, a presence greater than ourselves, not only exists, but is sole master of an unworldly creation.
Let's face it, man has no control over nature...God's masterpiece. Has humankind been negligent as custodians of the natural world, which was meant to sustain all living things?
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