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Say What?

Jesus: There is so much more to life than food and fashion. Do birds worry about such things? No, they sing! They know God loves them and will take care of them, so they praise Him in complete trust. Don’t you see that you’re much more important to God than they are?
 ~Luke 12:23-24 (Randy Reed Paraphrased Version)

Say what?

(Silence...)

More important than the birds? How so?

(Silence...)

We are far more destructive than they. Opposing thumbs and opposing beliefs and little regard for the truth.

(Silence...)

I believe it to be the case, therefore it is, kind of a way of creating that which I believe.

(Silence...)

It's been happening a long time, our creation of what we believe, we better get to understand that before we put more absolutes to the story than is accurate to the truth.

Peace


© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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