Okay, I confess. Yes, we went yet again to Craggy Gardens. Which is, quite honestly, a little reckless of us considering the gas shortage around here. And considering that the gas that is available costs a pretty penny. Yep, a little reckless.
But maybe you could just think of it as going to church–to our place of worship. Because that’s what it was. That’s where we most often find God—in His wild and wondrous natural world. Maybe you could think of my unrestrained exuberance at finding a new natural wonder as a transcendent, spiritual experience. Because that’s what it is.
I tell people we haven’t found a church home yet, but maybe we have, after all. Maybe we could call our church The Restored-and-Renewed-by-the-Holy-and-Wondrous-Works-of-God Sanctuary Church.
On the other hand—maybe that’s a little long.
Really, I wish we could find a church like that. It would be heavenly to worship in that way—a hike together, then maybe a potluck lunch back at the picnic grounds where we all share where we found God that week—whether in the symmetry and perfection of a tiny wildflower or in the kindness of a fellow pilgrim.
Anyway, in case you’re interested in yet more Craggy Garden shots, here’s the latest from our sojourn at our sanctuary. As you can see, there’s not a lot of color in the trees just yet. But the wild blueberry bushes were a deep and lovely red. And the sky was a deep and lovely blue. And the autumn sun lent everything a divine and holy glow.