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  A Sign from God “Were    God,    in    open    day,    before    [the    eyes    of    agnostics],    miraculously    to suspend   the   laws   of   nature,   they   might   for   a   time,   perhaps,   be   impressed   and confess    that    here    was    the    finger    of    God.        It    is    probable,    however,    that    this impression   would   not   be   lasting.      For   in   His   ceaseless   support   and   maintenance of   the   course   of   nature,   such   men   perceive   nothing   to   admire,   nothing   to   adore. Were   the   hand   that   moves   all   worlds   to   arrest   the   sun   in   the   heavens   and   cause him   to   stand   still   for   even   an   hour,   they   might   say,   ‘This   is   the   Lord.’      But   the sun   may   rise,   and   run   his   race,   and   duly   set   three   hundred   and   sixty-five   times in   the   year,   and   nothing   is   said   or   thought   of   Him,   at   whose   rebuke   the   pillars   of heaven   tremble,   and   by   whose   ordinance   the   everlasting   mountains   and   the order of universal nature have their stability.” -- William S. Plumer (1802-1880)        
  A Sign from God “Were   God,   in   open   day,   before   [the   eyes   of   agnostics], miraculously   to   suspend   the   laws   of   nature,   they   might for   a   time,   perhaps,   be   impressed   and   confess   that   here was   the   finger   of   God.      It   is   probable,   however,   that   this impression   would   not   be   lasting.      For   in   His   ceaseless support   and   maintenance   of   the   course   of   nature,   such men   perceive   nothing   to   admire,   nothing   to   adore.   Were the   hand   that   moves   all   worlds   to   arrest   the   sun   in   the heavens   and   cause   him   to   stand   still   for   even   an   hour, they   might   say,   ‘This   is   the   Lord.’      But   the   sun   may   rise, and   run   his   race,   and   duly   set   three   hundred   and   sixty- five   times   in   the   year,   and   nothing   is   said   or   thought   of Him,   at   whose   rebuke   the   pillars   of   heaven   tremble,   and by   whose   ordinance   the   everlasting   mountains   and   the order of universal nature have their stability.” -- William S. Plumer (1802-1880)