Love Is The Way Back Into Eden.

Can You See Air You Breathe? Can You See The Force That Moves The Tides Or Changes The Seasons Or Sends The Birds To A Winter Haven?" Her Eyes Welled. "can Rome With All Its Knowledge Be So Foolish? Oh Marcus, You Can't Carve God In Stone. You Can't Limit Him To A Temple. You Can't Imprison Him On A Mountaintop. Heaven Is His Throne; Earth, His Footstool. Everything You See Is His. Empires Will Rise And Empires Will Fall. Only God Prevails.

It Was No Accident, No Coincidence, That The Seasons Came Round And Round Year After Year. It Was The Lord Speaking To Us All And Showing Us Over And Over Again The Birth, Life, Death, And Resurrection Of His Only Begotten Son, Our Savior, Jesus Christ, Our Lord. It Was Like A Best-loved Story Being Told Day After Day With Each Sunrise And Sunset, Year After Year With The Seasons, Down Through The Ages Since Time Began.

Love Is The Way Back Into Eden. It Is The Way Back To Life.

Fiction Can Serve In A Non-threatening Way To Open Minds And, I Hope, Hearts To The Word Of God.

Michael Had Once Read To Her How God Had Cast A Man And Woman Out Of Paradise. Yet, For All Their Human Faults And Failures. God Had Shown Them The Way Back In.