Going to Colorado Springs a little over a week ago brought back delightful memories. Memories of my kids when they were little. Memories of hikes in the forests. Memories of COOL Summer weather that gave me a much-needed respite from Texas Gulf Coast Summers.
There are certainly areas of the state that wear the scars of recent fires, but there are so many lands in the state that are undefiled. They stand so proudly as if they have yet to be discovered. But what I also noticed is the quiet that is there. My small children did that and they didn’t need to be asked or told. We all were quiet — trying to match what those trees were doing among us. With infinite care and patience those trees were growing for thousands of years. They make you understand what a tree really is. The forest is the “wildlife” place for trees.
“Behold the man,” Pilate said when he led Jesus out on the “pavement” where everyone could see him. He couldn’t have been much to look at after what the guards had done to him by then. And yet, my guess is, in spite of that, there suddenly fell over that mob a silence as awed as ours was in the forest when that mob found themselves looking, for the first time, at a Human Being.
– Pastor Brian