God

Among the wonders of Utah’s Zion National Park runs the Virgin River, walled in on both sides by thousand-foot red cliffs. Daily, visitors don water boots and trek through this sacred space called The Narrows, sloshing through cold rushing water, splashing from rock to rock, and grasping their walking sticks for balance. The Narrows runs for miles and preaches the grandeur of God.  The sign told us the river was “Very High!” on the day…

It’s autumn, which means my house is an art museum and my windows are the portraits. They frame gold and orange leaves delicately attached to knotty branches on the backdrop of a deep blue sky. And then there’s a breath of breeze putting it all in motion. If made by man, spectators would stand in mile-long lines to gape at such sophisticated artistry. But I just complain about all the raking. Romans 1: 19-20 says,…