A Harvest of Quirkiness (by Bruce Sanguin) Gracious God, how can creation sing your praises, except with the red wings of blackbirds flashing across blue sky, and the croak and splash of frogs playing hide-and-seek in the ponds? How can the firmament proclaim your handiwork, except in the wagging tail of a puppy, and the focused attention of a toddler …
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