Proof The Bible Is True

“Blackberry cobbler! I can already taste it,” my brother Grady said as we made our way to the field in front of our house. We were on a mission to fill the new basket swinging on his arm to the brim with ripe, juicy blackberries.

He’d admired it in town weeks ago, and so our oldest sister went out and bought it for him. The basket was his to keep, but on one condition:

“You have to fill it with berries,” she said. “I’ll whip up one of those cobblers you’re always going on about.” I quickly agreed to help–anything for a piece of that cobbler! We could hardly contain our excitement when we asked our mother if we could go out berry picking.

“Okay,” she said. “But don’t go any farther than the field in front of the house so I can keep an eye on you.”

“We won’t!” the two of us declared, and off we went. With the sun at our backs and insects buzzing around our feet we marched across the field. But the blackberry bushes were few and far between, and those we did find had already been picked clean by little sparrows and blackbirds.

“This isn’t nearly enough to make a cobbler,” Grady sighed, examining the tiny pile of berries at the bottom of the basket.

“What if we try looking in that forest past the viaduct?” I suggested. “I never see anyone there, so I bet there are loads of berries left.” Our mother had told us to keep to the field by the house, but this was kind of an emergency.

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