Joe Average doesn’t think about creation, let alone the Creator. If you asked him if God had ever done anything for him, he probably couldn’t think of one thing.
He gets out of bed early in the morning in his beachfront home, makes some toast, and without much thought spreads on some butter and honey. He then walks outside, takes a deep breath of the cool morning air, and breathes out slowly. He drinks a glass of milk as he looks at his rose garden, and listens to the birds chirping at the break of another day. He smiles, because as he looks towards the ocean he sees that rain is on its way. That means he won’t have to water his garden. It’s just another average day for Joe Average.
Not quite. There is nothing “average” about Joe or what he has done that morning. He’s actually a miracle machine that no man-made mechanism could ever begin to even imitate. To continue reading, click here!