He marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands. God did this so that they would seek him.
With temperatures in the 60s, nothing could keep me from my walk that January afternoon. I circumvented cow pies and mud puddles as I traipsed through the field and pasture on my way to the water’s edge. But when I arrived, I was dismayed to find fence posts now dotting the landscape.
Why would anyone want to put up a fence to restrict access to the bay?