While the earth remaineth, seedtime and harvest, and cold and heat, and summer and winter, and day and night shall not cease.
After all, what fact is not a created fact?
The points appear like the tips of bayonets of some vast army about to appear from over a winter horizon. The frozen earth is parting and revealing these harbingers of spring, these messengers of hope. I’ve always loved the daffodils, who politely shut the door on winter and emphatically make their clarion call to life – new life!
It seems to me that one versed in every aspect of the botany and cellular biology of these yellow blooms still would not know a daffodil truly. Indeed, unless any fact is set in reference to its Creator, that fact is not known truly. Nothing, not sunrises nor sunset, not constellation nor eclipse, not seedtime nor harvest would be known aright. Insisting on beginning with ourselves and building out, we are no better than fools or blind guides.
For. . . what fact is not a created fact?
Jesus answered and said unto him, Verily, verily, I say unto thee, Except a man be born again, he cannot see the kingdom of God.