Kodon

I just found out that this photo of mine is going to be published in the student literature and art publication on campus called Kodon! 

This is just a picture of my cousin's son, Emerson, that I snapped one July evening in the backyard of my aunt's house. Good gracious, this made my weekend.

Clinging

I happened to look up and discover just in time, as today the whole structure is being sanded down for a fresh coat of paint.

Writhing Light

Lone Pine

We spent Memorial Day Weekend in Lone Pine, as per tradition. It was so nice to get away for a few days; even in the midst of the craziest time of my life thus far. I felt like I couldn't possibly leave, but it was so good. 

Here's the highlight reel.

Settling down in front of a campfire after a long drive and a long set-up.

Waking up from the heat and the light in my east-facing wing of the tent trailer.

Spying a the British Isles in the sky.

Tooling around Mammoth in the wet while my dad and brother mountain bike.

A glistening fruit tart from the bakkery.

High and low pressures in the valley make for stunning skies.

Being driven in-tent by wild winds. Apparently the air's energy was contagious... 

Matching :)

Living with the song of bubbling water always tickling your ears.

The sky blushes as it watches the pursuit of Sun by Moon.

Wild fires invite us all to gather 'round.

The scents of smoke and Pantene mingle in my hair.

Big, bright birds launch into the sky. They leap, we hold our breath, then the glide into solitude and space. Best not fly too near the sun.

Horseshoe Meadow: a piece of the Scottish highlands nestled in the austere Sierras. I think this is my happy place.

The dogs are in they're element. It's a joy to watch.

My sweet kitty welcoming me back home with purring and snuggling and one jagged scratch on my hand that I don't mind because I know she was just too excited to be careful. :)

Windows

Lately I've been noticing how subtly different each of our faiths are as believers. Hearing from friends what is most important to them about their faith, what they love most about it, what is so beautiful in it, I've noticed the delicate inflections each of us cast on it. Some love the freedom we have in Christ, some love that everything is so fearfully and wonderfully made, some love how we are all called to love on others, I love how beautiful God's love is.

Think of it like this. The Truth of God's love is like light, and we are like windows.

Just as windows vary in shape, in colour, in depth, in finish, so do our perspectives.

The Light appears differently through every window.

But it is still the true light.

Just perhaps with a slightly different tone or feel.

Each window accentuates a different facet of the Light.

Each shows the radiant Truth from a unique perspective.

The trouble comes only when you start trying to shine the Light through a door, or a wall... 

I was thinking that maybe differences like these account for the existence of denominations within the Body. The Baptists all have a similar shape to them, as do the Presbyterians. But still, the Truth of God's Love is flowing uniquely through all of us. It's beautiful.