It's nice to think we can figure out the deep mysteries of creation - how we got here and why. But, at the risk of sounding like a naturalist, not that that's a bad thing, every single thing in the observable universe, really everything we can actually know, moves in repeating cycles. And it's the repetition of these cycles that reveals their perfection.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, years, birth, life, death, the seed, the plant, the fruit...all point to the perfection of repeating cycles. And no matter how much I learn or study or explore, I cannot conceive of a creation story that makes more sense than this.
I cannot conceive of a more perfect design than the seed carrying within it the potential future, needing only to be planted and exposed to the elements to bear the fruit that is its destiny.
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, seasons, years, birth, life, death, the seed, the plant, the fruit...all point to the perfection of repeating cycles. And no matter how much I learn or study or explore, I cannot conceive of a creation story that makes more sense than this.
I cannot conceive of a more perfect design than the seed carrying within it the potential future, needing only to be planted and exposed to the elements to bear the fruit that is its destiny.
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