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But the power of god cannot be so determined and measured, for it is uncircumscribed and immeasurable, beyond and above all that is or may be. on the other hand, it must be essentially present at all places, even in the tiniest tree leaf.

-Martin Luther

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But The Power Of God Cannot Be

Martin Luther

But the power of god cannot be so determined and measured, for it is uncircumscribed and immeasurable, beyond and above all that is or may be. on the other hand, it must be essentially present at all places, even in the tiniest tree leaf.

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'ever seen a leaf - a leaf from a tree?' 'yes.' i saw one recently - a yellow one, a little green, wilted at the edges. blown by the wind. when i was a little boy, i used to shut my eyes in winter and imagine a green leaf, with veins on it, and the sun shining ...' 'what's this - an allegory?' "no; why? not an allegory - a leaf, just a leaf. a leaf is good. everything's good.'

Christians, of all people, should not be destroyers. we should treat nature with an overwhelming respect. we may cut down a tree to build a house, or to make a fire to keep the family warm. but we should not cut down the tree just to cut down the tree. we may, if necessary, bark the cork tree in order to have the use of the bark. but what we should not do is to bark the tree simply for the sake of doing so, and let it dry and stand there a dead skeleton in the wind. to do so is not to treat the tree with integrity.

Do you know that even when you look at a tree and say, `that is an oak tree', or `that is a banyan tree', the naming of the tree, which is botanical knowledge, has so conditioned your mind that the word comes between you and actually seeing the tree? to come in contact with the tree you have to put your hand on it and the word will not help you to touch it.

Leaves are usually looked upon as the children of the tree. yes, they are children of the tree, born from the tree, but they are also mothers of the tree. the leaves combine raw sap, water, and minerals, with sunshine and gas, and convert it into a variegated sap that can nourish the tree. in this way, the leaves become the mother of the tree. we are all children of society, but we are also mothers. we have to nourish society. if we are uprooted from society, we can not trasform it into a more liveable place for us and our children.

A tree gives glory to god by being a tree. for in being what god means it to be it is obeying [god]. it “consents,” so to speak, to [god's] creative love. it is expressing an idea which is in god and which is not distinct from the essence of god, and therefore a tree imitates god by being a tree

I think that i shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. a tree whose hungry mouth is pressed against the earth's sweet flowing breast; a tree that looks at god all day and lifts her leafy arms to pray; a tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; upon whose bosom snow has lain; who intimately lives with rain. poems are made by fools like me, but only god can make a tree.

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