A few of us are blessed with a primeval sense of abandon. We live for the satisfying shudder — bungee jumping from a bridge, or standing pat in the face of a grizzly’s false charge. Far more of us are contented to “partake” of Alaska’s perils behind a telephoto lens.
Adventurous or not, none of us can stifle an inner gasp while standing on the banks of Alaska’s wild rivers. In these glacier-fed lanes, boulders the size of truck engines jostle each other like immense bowling pins. Obscured by silty waves, forces trench stream beds like great plow tines while nature’s awestruck audience listens.
Experiencing this wonderful acoustic power stifles any misguided swagger in the human soul. From the river bank, we witness God’s consistent force, etching character into Alaska’s face moment by moment.
And so it is with our own faces. Stress lines tell stories of love and loss. Scars mar cheek and chin and behind our smiles the roar of “boulders” echo through the years. We bow in wonder that, through our lifetimes, God’s consistent force is changing us, too.
I Cor. 4:20
For the kingdom of God is not in word but in power.
II Cor. 3:18
But we all, with unveiled face, beholding as in a mirror the glory of the Lord, are being transformed into the same image from glory to glory, just as by the Spirit of the Lord.
Lord, I bow to your will, accepting changes that I see in the mirror.