Of Christ

of the air: they do not sow, they do not reap, they do not gather into barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them.

Are you not much more than they? Who among you can add a single Ellen cubit; a unit of measurement about the length of a forearm to his height, even if he worries about it?

And why do you worry about clothing? Look at the lilies in the field, how they grow: they do not labor, nor do they spin.

I tell you that even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these.

If God so clothes the grass in the field, which stands today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, should he not do much more for you, O you of little faith?

Therefore you should not worry and say: What will we eat? What will

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