If
the only rose we had seen was a picture, and movies were made with digital
effects that allowed us to see a rose bud become a rose, those special effect
would fill the theaters and the lines outside would be abuzz with
excitement. And imagine a day when a
botanist, certainly a future Noble Prize winner, announced that he had grown a
rose bud and that on a certain date it would bloom. We would all around it gather, all media and
news outlets send in their crews to beam it world wide and the day would be a
holiday and all school children let out to sit around their flat screen to
see. And the grandest nose would be
first in line and a poet laureate near by to give the experience as full a
voice as possible and verse and rhythm penned and read to us all as we longed
to share the experience our self…
How
soon we become so dull as to even know the meaning of “How Great Thou Art” much
less fall face down in true heartfelt praise.
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