The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." How can one deny the existence of our glorious Creator. I feel Him when the cool breeze dances across my skin, and when the sun warms my face. I see Him in the flap of wings and the scamper of paws. one held to the earth, by grace; the other also, lifted to the heavens. I hear Him in the coyote's howl, the bird's call, as if the sound of trumpets are ringing, announcing the arrival of the King.