Monday, May 30, 2011

Traveling, Inspiration and my hope for this journal


I was travelling through the Columbia Gorge recently on the way home from a trip to Portland Oregon and witnessed an amazing sight. It was the beauty and depth of nature all around me. It was sunrise over the water. It was the abundance of rushing waters crashing down the sheer rock face cliffs. It was the still and peaceful ponds below. As I stopped to take it all in, you could hear a chorus of birds singing to their maker. It was early enough that they weren't drowned out by the rush of freeway noise. There was a train that roared passed but soon was gone. The birds and trees and water and wind continued their song as if it had never come. Are we like this? Rushing through life with all power and swagger yet hardly making a dent on the world. Perhaps we do make a dent through success, fame, wealth or power. But are the after effects life enhancing or simply the pollution of death? These woods and trees and immense rock cliffs above me spoke of a faithfulness of being and character. Living trees, hills and birds that both sing for joy and groan with burdens. Is this just colorful language or something more? I believe it is a reminder of the One who creates beauty and recreates these same characteristics in each of us. It is the one I love and call Father.