The Creator gathers the crumbs of our faith and multiplies them into basketfuls. He takes us as confused children and gives back mature saints. The Creator tends the garden of our faith with sharpened tools, a watchful eye, and a lover’s touch. He turns the world that sunshine may nourish our leaves and pushes clouds to do us service. He searches out the shallow-rooted, vulnerable saplings of our faith, chops away the choking weeds, and trims our errant branches, that we might in time become mature trees.

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