April 9th, 2001

Good morning!

It's already 70 degrees and it is supposed to go to 80 again. I hope it doesn't get too stuffy in here at work. We are in a little room with one door and of course, no windows. They have us on a low flow zone or something because it sure goes close in here. It could be worse I suppose, we could be out in cubical city!

It was still dark when I got to work today, so no sunrise, pink or otherwise. Someone will have to describe the sunrise for me. :-)]

It's time to see what my friends were up to last night and really easily this morning!
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George Johansen slowly and carefully stretched his legs. He had been waiting for the deer most of the night and now it was almost time for the sun to rise above the hills in the East. George knew that as soon as the sun warmed the ground, the deer he had been stalking all night would hide itself away for a long, warm sleep and he would not find it.

A thin, gray mist covered the ground, and now the Eastern sky was beginning to turn a faint shade of pink, as the sun prepared to make it's journey across the sky. Now, the forest floor was just beginning to show in the pre-dawn light. Birds had been calling to each other for some time now in anticipation of the coming dawn. As George quietly waited, all around him the forest was changing. The night creatures were settling down for a day's rest and the light-loving animals were beginning to stir. The pine needles that covered the forest floor were soft under him, as George kneeled, hidden behind a bush. The air was filled with the scent of pine, and the smell of a distant skunk imposed itself on his senses. George's stomach rumbled. It sure would be nice to be able to bring a deer back for his family.

While he waited, George thought back to a conversation he had with his neighbor, Bill. Bill had been telling George about the scientific evidence that the earth and everything on it was the result of something called evolution. As Bill explained it, life had begun from a random collection of chemicals in an ancient ocean. Through a process of chance combinations, and something called survival of the fittest, eventually man and all the creatures of the present had come about. George was a bit worried about Bill. In the face of all the splendor and detail in this world, how could anyone believe that it had all come about by chance?

As George was deep in thought, the sun had become an angry red ball in the Eastern sky, and the forest was revealed in the red light of morning. George knew that he would get no deer today, but he knew that God, the creator of all, would provide for George and his family, as He had done many times in the past. George said a silent prayer of thanksgiving as he walked back to his home and family.