I was keenly reminded of this truth on Easter Sunday as I sat atop the highest peak in Shenandoah, gazing across the expanse of the Blue Ridge Mountains as the sun rose over the piedmont of Virginia. I didn’t see any individual trees, any pathways, any roads, or houses. I saw rolling hills and a spectacular fiery orange ball illuminating the horizon. In that moment the trees didn’t matter. All that I had to accomplish or worry about seemed suddenly less important. The uncertainty of life faded away. The stress of not knowing how I will support myself and my new wife once I am cut here in November, of Alison finishing school, and trying to make plans for a wedding became trees amidst a forest of color and illumination. They are important yes, but they are merely single trees amidst a much larger picture that reflects the glory and majesty of our Savior. And that is where our focus must be if we are to appreciate the wonder that surrounds us and convey that wonder and mystery to others as we help to bring the kingdom of God here to this earth.
This lesson was brought home in that sunrise, but that has by no means been the only moment recently in which I have received a similar message. My job here is very different from what I have done with the Park Service before and it is often harder to see the impact that my role has on people and their ability to experience the wonder and majesty of God’s creation. Sometimes though, it could not be more apparent if it was written on the wall in front of me.
I shared last week the story of twin girls that were inspired through the Jr Ranger program. My interaction with those girls was such a moment. Yesterday I experienced a remarkably similar moment with another set of twin girls (weird…) with whom I sat and discussed what they had seen and experienced in the park for quite a while as they sought to prove their mettle as Jr Rangers. It is through such moments as these that the heart can be awakened to a higher calling, a wider picture, a view of the world that encompasses not only individual trees, but the full expanse of the forest.
Two weeks ago the mountains were rocked with the intensity of thunderstorms throughout the day, the same storms which dropped tornadoes across the Midwest, which flooded Georgetown in DC, which closed Skyline Drive due to flooding and stranded hikers in some of the more inaccessible canyons due to flooding rivers. I hiked into such a canyon the following day, two weeks ago tonight, and experienced the sheer majesty and power of nature in a powerful way. I promised a fuller account of that experience, and here it is…
Saturday, April 16, 2011
06:33-Awoke to the pounding of rain on the windows of my house, rain which continued to intensify with little abatement throughout the day
08:15-Fellow ranger went out to raise the flag and nearly had it ripped out of his hand in 54 mph wind.
17:30-In a brief lull in the storm I make phone calls from the picnic area only to be interrupted by hail and torrential rain as the storms return
21:00-Hear accounts over the radio of stranded hikers and flooding on Skyline Drive as rain continues
Sunday, April 17, 2011
6:33-Awake to glorious day. The storm has passed. A new day has dawned
09:45-Visitor Center is swamped with people, a trend which continues throughout the day as hundreds travel to park to see the streams and falls in their now swollen form
17:24-Arrive at trailhead for Cedar Run Falls intending to hike an 8.2 mile loop, one of the most strenuous in the park
17:38-Set off on trail, not knowing what I will find. Soon discover that much of the trail is flooded as water flows across myriads of small streams headed for Cedar and White Oak Runs
17:45-19:58-Successfully hike down Cedar run across White Oak Canyon and up White Oak Run to the top of White Oak Falls (total of nearly 2500 feet in elevation change). In so doing I pass 8 officially recognized waterfalls, all of which are flowing at proportions rarely seen before. There are normally three stream crossings along this trail, all of which are navigable using large rocks without getting your feet wet. I find a total of five that are higher than the level of the top of my boots (15 inches above the ground); two of these crossings are above my knees. I successfully ford the stream each time, continuing the hike with wet boots and pants. The majesty of the rivers and canyons is nearly beyond description. So much water is flowing down the rivers that it is nearly impossible to distinguish the falls as the entirety of the river is one continues cascading torrent of water. It is unlike anything I have seen before. As I make my way up the White Oak Run I suddenly walk into a fairyland; water is flowing down both sides of the canyon in at least 15 separate waterfalls that would normally not even exist, all flowing down to join the river below. So much water is flowing down that the trail is flooded nearly continuously and I am glad indeed that I have my good boots on. I have never seen so much water flowing in so many places simultaneously. This single sight is worth all the effort, cold, and wet clothes to get down there. I am alone. No one else is near and the sun is setting. I am transported from a hiking trail to an alternative world through the power and majesty of the moving water, one in which there are no worries and concerns that cannot be washed away by the flow of these streams. All evil, all pain, all sorrow, all angst is washed away in a torrent of love and grace and out of the torrent rises new life, new growth and the birth of spring. My heart is lifted up in praise and wonder as I see in this landscape before me a physical manifestation of the picture of the work of Christ within me as he cleanses and brings new life. My soul is reborn.
This hike proved to be but the first of several that I have done in recent days that have continued to manifest the same truth in lesser or different forms. Though this hike was the most overwhelmingly majestic my heart still most truly lies along the Rose River, the trail along which Alison agreed to marry me. I hiked this loop twice in the last week and found a sublime wonderland each time. Bloodroot, hepatica, and trillium (guess who has been learning about wildflowers!) line the trail as water cascades down the canyons, a potent symbol of the coming of spring. It is a place of peace and a place of rebirth.
As this trail remains uncontestedly my favorite in the park I frequently recommend it to visitors looking for a beautiful hike in the area near the visitor center. I did so several times today, twice this morning to groups to whom I gave extensive detail of the trail and spoke to at some length. During the hour and a half after lunch when I was not up on the desk this afternoon I was twice called up because someone wanted to speak to me. Both times I found the entire party of one of these groups, who had returned to the visitor center following their hike and called me up to the desk for the soul purpose of thanking me and describing to me their wonderful experience in a majestic wonderland in great detail and excitement. One young woman thanked me for giving them the perfect day.
I may not be able to give formal programs as I have before, but I can certainly still help people to see and appreciate not only the beauty of the trees, but the wonder and majesty of the forest.