I had lots of time last night to think about God’s plan. It seems he knew that by tilting the earth at 23.4° and keeping gravity at a constant, all of the oak trees surrounding my house would plunk their acorns onto my roof in such an odd and off-beat pattern that sleep would be impossible.
Thunk,
bounce roll. Thump, thump, thump…
sometimes it sounded like a handful all at once: thump-thump, thwack, thump-thump roll…
Occasionally there would be a rim shot off the gutter… Ping!
They don’t
tell you these things in church. I’ve
never heard a sermon talking about His playful side, but you can tell – some of
the older parishioners know. You can see
them every now and then, casually glancing around, your eyes meet…they nod.
They know.
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