A son returned home for a visit, obviously
grappling with his faith in God. As they were conversing one day under
an old oak tree, the son suddenly blurted out, “Dad , I just can’t
believe in God anymore. Why, look at those pumpkins over there on the
ground. They are big and heavy, yet have small and tender vines.
But,this big oak tree, capable of supporting the weight of the
pumpkins,only produces tine acorns. If there was really an really an
intelligent God of this universe, He would have placed the pumpkin on
this oak tree, and the tiny acorn on the fragile vine.”
Suddenly, an acorn fell from the tree, bouncing lightly off the top
of the young mans head.As the truth slowly dawned , he sheepishly spoke,
“Dan , thank Go
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