Category Archives: The Daily Bread

Mountains and Mysteries

"For what is known about God is plain, because God has made it plain. For since the creation of the world, God’s invisible qualities – his eternal power and divine nature – have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made.

Romans 1:19-20

I have just come “back down” again, after another glorious trip into the mountains. Each trip, I find I am drawn deeper and higher into what I can hardly find the words to describe. The words “beauty”, or “majesty”, and even “glory”, hardly seem enough....
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The Way Forward

“Show me your ways, O Lord. Teach me your paths; Guide me in your truth and teach me, For you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalm 25: 4-5I have been praying this psalm all week and didn’t know it. Following the storm, and walking into the disaster-torn areas, where wreckage and waste define the landscape and sometimes the hearts of those who now are sifting through it, I have been asking God this question: What do you want me to do? But as I began to write this, I realized this prayer was not just...

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Conversation with a Storm

I stood, peering out the window into the sky, blackened by an angry storm. I watched as the tempest tormented and raged, intimidating the landscape with its strength. Like a tawdry wrestler, it bent trees into ungainly positions and thrust them back against a set of unseen ropes shaking them to the core. Then for dramatic effect, it spit on them with a driving rain forceful enough to break the backs of some. With the potential to twist and turn everything upside down, the storm unleashed its fury. I folded my arms across my chest as I watched in silence,...
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The Secret Law of the Sagebrush

It’s a scramble up the mountain behind our house. There are no well scouted-out switch-backs for measured steps. The path just heads straight up through knee deep sagebrush, and then turns to loose gravel past various outcroppings of granite. I suppose since there is no great variation along the short climb to the top, I tend to take it at a pace that is rather too quick. I am grateful that finally the steep and rocky trail twists a bit through a thick and ancient grove of Ponderosas. I rest and breathe under the shade of a gnarled pine tree....
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