All
of creation is longing, and waiting, and groaning. That is the reason that birds
are covered in shiny slick rainbows of suffocating oil, trees bleed oozing sap
after they've fallen to the ground with a deafening thud, and the air is
choking with poisonous dark clouds of smog. Things weren't meant to be this
way. Plants were meant to grow and thrive, their roots and leaves thick and
bursting with water and life. The smallest of insects were created to teem and
crawl through the soil, to live without disgusted reactions from humans. Tigers
were made to roar, antelope to run, buffalo to stand huge and proud and wild.
Humans... we were meant to breathe clean air, swim pure seas, laugh in open
space. We were meant to lift our hands to one who created it all. We were never meant to
live in selfishness or secret darkness, hatred, lust, greed, or fear. The
earth and everyone on it is infected with a sickness, a raging disease. I don't
think we understand how bad it is, or how deep it's virus clings inside of us.
We are fundamentally confused and continually being impressed upon with an
unshakable feeling that things were never meant to be this way.
Read Romans 8:19-23!
Read Romans 8:19-23!

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