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The young women sits alone. Her veiled head bowed in prayer as a breeze rocks the leaves of majestic trees. A gentle voice wispering in the wind:
“Mary.”
“Who calls my name.” With trepidation responding.
“I have been sent by God with a message resounding down through all the ages. The salvation of man is at hand. You will conceive and bear a son and his name is Emanuel.”
“How is this possible since I know no man?”
“By the power of the Holy Spirit will it be done.”
Eyes lifted heavenward and begining Gods work of salvation; with fraility she speaks the thunderous words. Words rocking back and forward in time and surrounding all eternity:
“Not my will but God’s be done.”
“Mary.”
“Who calls my name.” With trepidation responding.
“I have been sent by God with a message resounding down through all the ages. The salvation of man is at hand. You will conceive and bear a son and his name is Emanuel.”
“How is this possible since I know no man?”
“By the power of the Holy Spirit will it be done.”
Eyes lifted heavenward and begining Gods work of salvation; with fraility she speaks the thunderous words. Words rocking back and forward in time and surrounding all eternity:
“Not my will but God’s be done.”
How big is an embryo? Will it contain the world, the universe, the universe times a million? Surely a tiny two cell embryo will not contain the infinite? I Think it can.