Imagine a pumpkin pie--baked, chilled, and ready to serve. It is cut in eighths, each perfect pie wedge separated by a thin knife slash from its neighbor.
If the pie is a picture of God’s wisdom, then my knowledge is a mere knife slash. That edge of awareness is a delicious delight, and I haven’t even tasted the pie yet.
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