In all reality the only thought that has struck me this morning is how I have not considered the wonder of spring really at all this year. You know what? I would like to see the most brilliant minds in the world work together and make grass. I don't just mean grow grass. I mean MAKE grass from scratch. Line up all the amino acids and figure out how to make the cell division happen in an organized way. Once the scientists get that figured out, I would like to mow it once a week or so. If the grass can handle that, it would be nice if they would let me freeze the grass for a few months and see if it would grow back and propagate through my entire lawn. If the grass survived all that, I would like to ignore the scientists, and say that the grass came together by accident and that they had nothing to do with it....in fact I would tell them that they didn't even exist and that it was irrational to think that they, the makers of this grass, were real.
I don't really care if you believe that it took seven days for creation or if you are an evolutionist...that argument is nigh pointless, but for CRYING OUT LOUD please let your eyes be opened and be in awe that there has to be something bigger than yourself running this whole circus festival! Because at the end of it all, God created...you.
