Emphasis Preaching Journal

Eight-year-old Cory was on his first flight. Mom was taking him with her from Duluth, Minnesota, to see his grandma and grandpa in Quebec, Canada. When they reached their cruising altitude of 35,000 feet, Cory opened his eyes and looked out the windows for the first time. "I don't see the boundaries," he exclaimed in wonder. "That's because boundaries are made by people and you can see them best on maps, like the one in your classroom at school," Mom explained. "How does God tell the Canadians and the Americans apart, then?" Cory asked.