Faith cannot be defined or understood.
It can only be enjoyed.
You can either have it or lack it.
You can either believe or disblieve.
But you can never question it.
Birds are flyin' south for winter. Here's the Weird-Bird headin' north. Wings a-flappin', beak a-chatterin', cold head bobbin' back'n'forth. He says: It's not that I like ice, or freezin' winds and snowy ground. It's just sometimes it's kind of nice, to be "THE ONLY BIRD IN TOWN."
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