April 04, 2012

"Ernest Hemingway eventually retold one of Park's stories.  Park was lost and alone in the African desert and had resigned himself to die.  Then he saw it: a beautiful moss-flower.  The plant was only as big as one of his fingers, but he was overcome with admiration for its symmetry.

"Encountering this wonder in the middle of his crisis, he reflected, 'Can the Being who planted, watered, and brought to perfection, in this obscure part of the world, a thing which appears of so small importance, look with unconcern upon the situation and suffering of creatures formed after His own image?' he asked. 'Surely not.'"

~Coffee Break with God

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