Desert of the Wise: A View-Master’s Journey

Desert of the Wise: A View-Master’s Journey

The sandy hills roll like waves in the moonlight. Four sets of footprints follow the silhouettes of six along a ridge. Two of the travelers ride on tapestry-covered platforms atop shaggy humps, and the third walks, rope in hand, with his lanky animal.

The desert is quite cool tonight, and calm. Except for the faint grumbles of the camels. I think they’re aware of my presence, but their masters pay no heed. The heavily-robed strangers appear focused, intent.

Every few minutes it seems, the short one riding center points just above the horizon. His camel jerks its head and stops. A heel kick in the side and a “hut-hut!”, and the beast is moving again.

The short one speaks a language I don’t understand–it’s too fast. He points again.

I see now what he’s aiming at. It was staring at me this entire time. No, it was shining. Leading. And the interesting grown-ups with long beards and funny hats are definitely following it. Continue reading “Desert of the Wise: A View-Master’s Journey”

Coincidence or Divine Conspiracy?

Coincidence or Divine Conspiracy?

The Twitter message popped on my screen.

“Are you and I really neighbors?” it read.

I glanced at his profile, noting the location of Golden, Colorado. Hmm. That’s where I live. Before I could reply, an email from Facebook lit up my inbox.

“Brock…I live in Golden. You too?”

One month earlier, he had added a comment to one of my October blog posts, The Curl. He said the post was being highlighted in The High Calling online community’s October edition of “Around the Network.” Quite the honor given that The High Calling is among the top 50 Church blog sites on the Internet (as ranked by the “Top 100 Church Blogs” at churchrelevance.com, Sept 2010).

It gets better. Continue reading “Coincidence or Divine Conspiracy?”

Bring a Friend to “Church” Day

Bring a Friend to “Church” Day

First off, thanks for all of the comments on the prequel, “Middle Fork Church.” That day was so splendid that I returned for a second Sunday at the request of my good friend David (left). I thought of it as an opportunity to bring a friend to “church.”

I know I’ve “been to church” when I’ve spent intimate time with God, or worshiped God. And yes, worshiping God can (and should) extend beyond the walls of a church building. God is not tied to any building we construct; His presence stirs all around us. And as such our worship is free of set rituals. Worship is simply our response to a God who initiates His love for us.

On Colorado’s South Platte River, I worship God, waving my fly rod to the rhythm of an age-old symphony. I thank Him for the mountain majesty in all directions, for the water flowing over my boots, for the curious deer on the ridge, and for the simple blessing of being in this place. I love being alone with God, unhindered, without distraction. Continue reading “Bring a Friend to “Church” Day”

Middle Fork Church

Middle Fork Church

Open my eyes, open my heart,
open these hands that hold us apart
Open up a way for me to see

the grandeur of the grander scheme unfolding.
– Out of the Grey, “Unfolding”

It’s Sunday, so I went to church. From the picture below, you could call it a Sunrise Service. It felt pretty good to be the first one in attendance for a change.

With the tough economy and low offerings, running heaters are too expensive out here, so the morning temps hovered at 40 degrees. I could’ve complained to the church leadership, but I kept my mouth shut. Continue reading “Middle Fork Church”

The Master Belayer

The Master Belayer

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belay [bih-ley]
-verb
to secure (a rope) by attaching to a person or to an object offering stable support.
“Belay.” Def. 2b. Dictionary.com. Web. 2 Sep 2010.
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In my last post (“The Crux“), I shared a story based on an afternoon of Colorado rock climbing with my two boys. I couldn’t help but think of how that experience (and rock climbing in general) parallels our own lives.

From an early age, we feel destined to conquer the world, make our dreams come true. (cue the Laverne and Shirley theme song) What did you dream about as a child? Who did you pretend to be?

But then, we grew up. Maybe we reached a goal here or realized a small dream there, or maybe none of the above. Life threw us curveballs–sometimes all at once. Sooner than expected, we faced a crux on the route. Continue reading “The Master Belayer”