Do rocks think I'm stupid?

Do rocks think I'm stupid? Seriously, have you ever thought about what nature thinks about our faith in Christ? Have you ever walked though the woods and heard a sound of whispering or laughter? Was nature talking about my faith? Do they have a clear view of its weakness? And why don't they tell us when we are being stupid? We have never skipped a season change, but I worry about what to fix for supper that evening. The sun shines so bright that artificial light wasn't needed on earth for thousands of years, but I fret when the power flickers. Birds don't have central heat and air, but I worry about where to place my Christmas tree so the vents won't dry it out. Have you ever heard a dog ask what job he can get after he has completed his Puppy Chow years? God makes promises to people he never even intended for the rest of creation. Christ came for people. His sacrfice is for people. His unending love is for people. Of all the things he created in 6 days, we were the only thing he breathed into and created in his image. We bear his fingerprints in our basic design like nothing else on earth. But we doubt more and stray further than any other entity of creation. Why? Thanksgiving is coming and our prayer request list is longer than our list of things to be thankful for, why? Is it because God has fallen down on the job of helping people and focused more on plants and animals? Or maybe it is because we focus more on what we don't have rather than the millions of things he has given us? Ungrateful? Yeah. So when the Bible talks about "rocks crying out," does some of that include hystericallaughter to the point of tears because of my stupidity? I don't know if that is totally true, but they would have every right.

Cliques

Alright this is dedicated to Judith, who suggested this topic to see what I would say.

Cliques are an annoying substance, like Mold. It gets in your way and can eventually make you very sick. So why have them? Because we have to have somewhere for those people to go. Seriously, if cliques didn't exsist we would not think highly of acceptance or unconditional love. To have a closed group of people reject you makes you appreciate those who actually accept you. So for the record..."Thank you people of the cliques!" Thank you for sticking together, because God knows no one else would like you. Thank you for being snobby, because it makes us realize you really do suck. Thank you for rejecting people who are not like you, because they are so much fun to hang out with.

Moral of this story: Cliques aren't bad when you take it into the proper prespective.