My brother-in-law raised...
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My brother-in-law raised cattle in northeast Kansas. One summer, years ago, when my
family and I visited from Los Angeles, he gave me a leg bone from a cow of his that had
died the winter before. That bone traveled far. I took it when my wife and I tried to
become contestants on the old Let's Make Deal show in Hollywood. It didn't
work.
Later, that bone moved to Iowa with us and helped decorate my wife's flower garden. Our dog, Doke, somehow got his mouth around it, and he carried it around for a while. The ample-sized bone finally met its end when Norma accidentally drove over it while she mowed the lawn. It shattered into a hundred pieces.
At no point, however, did I expect it to connect with other bones, be surrounded with flesh, and walk again. Neither did Ezekiel or any of his contemporaries expect their "bone-dry" captive nation to exist anymore. But they hadn't reckoned with God's mighty power. We can't lose faith in it.
Later, that bone moved to Iowa with us and helped decorate my wife's flower garden. Our dog, Doke, somehow got his mouth around it, and he carried it around for a while. The ample-sized bone finally met its end when Norma accidentally drove over it while she mowed the lawn. It shattered into a hundred pieces.
At no point, however, did I expect it to connect with other bones, be surrounded with flesh, and walk again. Neither did Ezekiel or any of his contemporaries expect their "bone-dry" captive nation to exist anymore. But they hadn't reckoned with God's mighty power. We can't lose faith in it.
