Many years ago, I went to tour
Muir Woods in San Francisco with friends. The Pamphlet read: Walk among old growth coast redwoods, cooling their roots in the fresh water of Redwood Creek and lifting their crowns to reach the sun and fog. Federally protected as a National Monument since 1908, this primeval forest is both refuge and laboratory, revealing our relationship with the living landscape. What will you discover in Muir Woods?
I discovered that I was small but I had the breath of God in me.
I found cool air in the shades of the amazing trees and was filled with awe and wonder. One my friends explained how the ocean spray was big part of their growth. I felt so tiny. Really tiny. The trees are so incredibly big and tall. I thought of God and how he made all the world and its magnificent beauty just for us. Green grass like deep carpets under our feet. Little bushes and redwood trees, oaks, magnolias, pinetrees and so much more. Coconut trees woos us to dance by the sea to the rhythm of ocean coming to kiss the shore and go out again. The same ocean that touches South America also touches our shores.
I remember the floor of the house I grew up in – it was made of “dort” wood. They were dark and shiny. At the front door was round basin filled with water. We were to wash our feet and dry with rag before we step into the house. A bit of childhood memory that reminded me to keep it clean.
Trees have always fascinated me. Water too. Bubbling fountain, the rain, small creeks, rivers and waterfalls. Small amidst giant trees we human beings are the only creature made in God’s likeness and his image. Augustine wrote, “Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains, at the huge waves of the sea, at the long courses of the rivers, at the vast compass of the ocean, at the circular motions of the stars, and they pass by themselves without wondering.”
I found cool air in the shades of them amazing trees and was filled with awe and wonder. And every little sound of crackling twig reminded me that I am never alone.
Like standing at the Grand Canyon and just imbibe its beauty. Or sit at Ngemelis and feast your eyes on the ocean of many shades if blue and green against the clear blue sky and white clouds. No words can describe what your eyes can see.
We, all—men and women—were created in the image of God. Fearfully and wonderfully made, fashioned as living icons of the bravest, wisest, most stunning Person, who ever lived – My sweet Jesus. Those who have ever seen him fell to their knees without even thinking about it, as you find yourself breathless among his creation like water dropping out of the sky, or the colorful sunset of purple, orange, champagne, think of how much he loves you. Then after the rain, a huge ribbon of colors wraps it all up in the sky we call rainbow. A sign of promise that he will never destroy the world again with the flood.
When I look at the night sky and see the work of your fingers—the moon and the stars you have set in place—what are mortals that you should think of us, mere humans that you should care for us? For you made us only a little lower than God, and you crowned us with glory and honor. (Ps. 8:3-5 NLT).
You are one of the jewels on his crown. (Isaiah 62:3).