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beauty in the beast

this evening, I paused at the kithen window. I paused, because there were big soft slow moving snow flakes falling from the sky. they gently blanketed the ground, giving me a feeling of warmth, dispite the cold right outside my door. If we had not sinned, do you think there still would have been snow?, or is there more glory for God in the seemedly cold harsh sin filled world that we chose? Is there beauty in the beast?

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Anonymous said…
*sigh*
that was a really cool and profound observation. you really caused me to stop and think! one of the "divine paradoxes" in life is that because of the grace of Jesus Christ, there is "beauty in the beast".

awesome.

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