Last week I sat with a friend on his farm way out in the
country. It was quiet and peaceful and
as evening came we sat in his pasture facing east. Away to the horizon a great cloud began to
grow and soon covered the eastern sky and mounted the heavens thousands of feet
above us. I thought in 4.2 billion years
would all human brilliance combined with time and chance think up clouds? I looked around and a small yellow butterfly
fluttered away and carried with it my thoughts to God and how I needed to build
an altar.
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