Proof The Bible Is True

Heavy snow fell all weekend. The weather reports said three feet, but when I glanced out the second-story window of my New Jersey apartment early that Monday morning, I couldn’t even spot my little silver car in the blanketed parking lot below.

My building’s on a dead-end street. Always the last to be plowed, I thought.

Finally I made out a square silver patch poking out of a snowdrift. I had to get to work somehow, so I bundled up, grabbed my shovel and headed outside.

I climbed over the mounds of snow behind my car and began shoveling. My arms ached after only a few minutes. By the time I cleared enough to see the windows, I was exhausted. There was still a car length’s worth of snow piled up behind the rear bumper.

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