3:23 AM, OCTOBER 6, 2009

Good morning, God.

Thank you for allowing me another day.

Thank you for waking me up this morning so early, so that I have the opportunity to gaze upon the almost full moon shining so brightly through my window once again. Shining so brightly it almost seems like daylight, so brightly that I could almost read a book by its light.

Thank you for the autumn day promising a blue sky with white puffy clouds riding high above the trees just beginning to turn color.

And, to shift gears somewhat, thank you for allowing me to reflect upon why so many people seem to deny your existence, when it it clearly evident that you do exist and do bestow such proofs of your existence throughout the world.

They say that the proof is in the pudding, but I say the proof is in the mirror. I cannot understand how anyone can see the reflection of themselves in a mirror and continue to deny you. Can they not see that they are not the product of two or three clods being jostled together and suddenly life being created? As Robby the robot on "Lost in Space" would say, "That does not compute."

Science and God are not exclusive. How can either exist without the other? Someone, or something, created science. And science only proves the existence of God. Who do they think set up the rules of science, anyway? Only a mindforce ultimately far superior to anything mankind could ever comprehend could possibly create the blade of grass, the minnow in the pool, the squirrel in the tree tops and the walnut that he eats, the clear blue sky with those puffy white clouds.

Science prides itself on being able to reproduce the same result every time. Yet science admits to mutation when it is convenient. Can they not see that mutation is creation at work?

Scientists are generally not humble. They are prideful in their work and in their belief.

I am not prideful. I am humble before you, God. Your glory throughout the universe is clearly visible. I know that my own efforts could never produce a white puffy cloud in all its glory riding high above the earth. I could never create a blade of grass or a minnow, or a squirrel or a walnut.

I can take what you have created and alter it to a different state, but that is not creation. The raw life was there from the outset, created by you. And no effort of mine can create, only alter what has already been created.

And what do you ask of me?

You only ask that I love you.

For love includes obedience to your will, following your laws, exhorting others to do the same, and the multitude of other ways to show my love. Your direction of my life is not onerous to me.
I glory in your work.

I am not a perfect person, O, Lord. I have grave faults. Faults that are a part and parcel of my essence. But I try, Lord. I strive to overcome my natural disobedience. I do not always succeed in doing so. But I try.

Forgive me for not being perfect, Lord. As I go forth to face another day, be with me in all that I do. Give me the strength to strive with my fellow men to bring understanding to them--as well as to myself.

As do you, O, Lord, I will try to do my best.

Amen