Get back here.
Don’t ever leave your gun in the dirt.
Helluva shot, son. You got a gift. You’re
gonna make a fine hunter someday.
Everything dies to give life.
Can it see me?
It’s a deer, son.
(hands him hunting knife)
You shot it, you deal with it.
5 OMITTED 5
6 INT. CHURCH 6
We don’t see with his eyes so we don’t
know the glory of his plan. Our lives
unfold before us like puzzling
reflections in a mirror. But on the day
we rise, we will see with clarity and
understand the mystery of his ways-
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