Holy Cow

It was a little too coincidental - this baby calf was born on a frosty night in December 2009. Farmers stood in awe as they beheld the marvel, hair bristling on the backs of their necks. The calf's name? Moses.

The farmers promised not to eat the cow, but to give it a good life. Because, if you do it to the least of these...well, you know.  But why name the cow Moses?

It reminds me...oh, how can I get this out of my head? It reminds me of a video I saw, which I will not direct you to - if you want to see it, find it yourself; it would be wrong to propagate it - a video in which the protein cell called laminine is proclaimed by an otherwise solid preacher, whom I knew when I was a student at Baylor...proclaimed to be a sign of Jesus at the molecular level.

I give you...laminine.

There's a cross. In case you didn't see it. Right there. Bearing witness to divine sovereignty to all who have eyes to see.