The peak of Denali (formerly Mt. McKinley) is often enshrouded by clouds. Visitors are told to expect that it is only visible 30% of the time--that only one in three get to see it on their Alaska trip.
So, when we caught this glimpse upon our arrival in Talkeetna--and gloried in the full extent of 20,310' from a near sea level vantage point--our shutters were clicking incessantly.
I'm more than slightly bemused by human nature, arriving as we do at the smugness of attributing to some superior aspect of our character the reason for our gaining access to such a limited group. Or that it "hardly rained at all" on our vacation. If that isn't the rooster taking credit for the sunrise, I don't know what is. God must smile. Knowingly. Maybe a little sadly.
Rather I should give Him glory for those little glimpses He affords of the marvels of His creative work on this earth; remembering it rains on the just and the unjust--and pray God my conduct may be that of the former.
"Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge?...Hath the rain a father? or who hath begotten the drops of dew?" (Job 38:2, 28)
No comments:
Post a Comment