I’m happy to be in my home place once more, but so thankful to have been among such amazing people—drawn together in the family of God. Just like the flowers I walk through, each is different, each precious and a thing of beauty. But, sadly, the countries from which we have come remain marred by poverty, strip mining, oil-spills, pollution and oppression. We shared our joys and sorrows freely and vowed to pray as we work together toward a more just and peaceful world. Just hours after many said good-bye we were call to grieve together at the tragic death of one of our own. http://www.woodtv.com/dpp/news/local/grand_rapids/Visiting-musician-loved-to-teach
As always, my prairie walk near Flat Iron Lake offers a time of reflection. The field crowded with white fleabane and alyssum reminds me of “great multitudes…from every nation, tribe, people and language…wearing white robes,” being led by the shepherd “to springs of living water…where God will wipe away every tear.” (Revelation 7:9, 17)