“As God’s partners, we beg you
not to accept this marvelous gift of God’s kindness and then ignore it. (The
gift is being made right with God through Christ.) 1 Corinthians 6:1
I am going to add another quote
today from the notes on Sunday’s teaching because it explains in a few words
what I was trying to say in my last post.
“Christians often use a false
view of God’s providence to excuse our own irresponsibility.”
My friend H and I took a
mini-vacation yesterday by heading up to Owen Sound to check out three of the
several waterfalls gracing the area. It is an ideal time to go see them in all
their majesty as melting snow has swollen the rivers and creeks that feed the
falls.
Inglis Falls, once the site of
a grist mill is spectacular! The cliff face is several stories high. The roar
of the water drowned out any possibility of conversations. Icy mist swirled
overhead making the area around it a magical, icy wonderland.
The second one, Weaver’s Creek
Falls, was found close to downtown Owen Sound within Harrison Park. The falls
were lovely but it is the park that ended up being an unexpected delight! It is
huge and beautiful and old. There are domesticated water fowl and swans kept in
large pond areas as well as several large hutches containing a variety of
pheasants from around the world. Weaver Creek, as it meanders through the park,
has been carefully reconstructed to provide a more welcoming habitat for trout
and salmon. H and I had a moment of childhood delight in going over the foot
bridges that span the creek. It is definitely a place to go with my
grandchildren.
Our last stop was Jones Falls.
A short hike along an ice packed trail led us to the best vantage point to see
it. The creek was lined with icy lace wherever there was shade. It’s a quiet
little creek until It, too, plummets several stories. The view of the falls was
hampered by cedars trees hanging onto the cliff face.
The slippery footing made trying to see the
falls an adrenaline pumping exercise. There were no fences or railings to
prevent a fall should one of us have slipped. The only direction a slip would have
taken was straight down into the raging torrent. A mountain goat I am not! For
those brief moments, I was a ninety
year old and very, very thankful for my hiking stick!
Both of us laughed at ourselves
on the hike back to the car. Weak kneed, and shaking, it took a while. Did I
mention I wasn’t a mountain goat?
This little holiday has left me
feeling refreshed and rejuvenated and very thankful there are such wonders only
an hour and a bit away.
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