I rode out to our “satellite” congregation (in Fabius, NY) with the visitation pastor and his wife on Sunday morning. And for about the zillionth time, I marveled at the surrounding countryside of Upstate New York. When I was at school in St. Paul, I would drive 30 miles one way just to try and get out of the reach of the city lights so I had a chance at seeing stars, and could experience the dark that is supposed to be night.
I guess I’ve been spoiled working for camps all these years. Especially in Idaho, I could step out my front door and soak in a dark, starry night, or grope for a flashlight as the dark enveloped me.
The picture is not of the countryside on the way to church the other morning, but of trails that are a simple and joyful mile from my apartment. The first day I made my way onto those trails and into the woods, I felt like I had stumbled into Narnia.
I’m still looking for the lamp post and Mr. Tumnus.
