The Real Seven Wonders of the World

Out of the mouths of babes comes a refreshing take on the world.

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When it comes to the Seven Wonders of the World, my friend the architect has a built-in advantage: architects designed five of them. But he didn't tell the story to boast of his craft. Quite the opposite.

He answered his son's question, describing each of these marvels in considerable detail. Then the two of them stood silently together, until the sky wound itself into a riot of stars. Minutes passed. The man lost himself in the heavens. The boy pondered his father's words.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, son?"

"Those things you told me about. They aren't the real Seven Wonders of the World."

"What do you mean, son?"

"The first wonder of the world is a baby being born. Don't you think so, Dad? The second is being able to see. Then comes being able to talk and walk. That's four. Hearing makes five. Then either touch or smell, maybe both?"

Looking upon the creation with new eyes, his father said, "How about love?"

"Love," his son repeated. "You got it, Dad. That's the eighth wonder of the world."

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the Reverend Forrest Church
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