Friday, July 17, 2015

mountain bound

I'm sitting in a hallway in Augusta, Kansas.  While it's true that there's no place like home, it's also true that there's no experience like a mountain top experience and I am lifting my eyes to this next week's adventure in Winter Park, CO, with a whole big bunch of teenagers and Jesus.

Besides the mountain biking and whitewater rafting, a highlight for me will be helping to teach a photography session.  I am thrilled.  In conversation with the leader with whom I am teaching, he mentioned off-hand that we might start with the theology of photography and added with a question mark in his voice that maybe that's a little weird.   Really, there is nothing that makes more sense to my heart.  To take in the beauty of creation, to open our eyes, to compose a photo with intention and surprise is to partner with our Creator in seeing what He has made, using the tool in our hands to capture it and make it still, make it last a little longer so we can look and give thanks. 

Personally, it's especially appropriate for this week as I mourn for my grandmother- if you knew her, you knew how she almost always had a video camera rolling.  She loved life and its beauty, too.  So this week, I'll carry on for her, camera rolling.

Lifting up my eyes.

I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
    where does my help come from? 

 My help comes from the Lord,
    the Maker of heaven and earth.

He will not let your foot slip—
    he who watches over you will not slumber; 
 indeed, he who watches over Israel
    will neither slumber nor sleep.
 The Lord watches over you—
    the Lord is your shade at your right hand; 
 the sun will not harm you by day,
    nor the moon by night.
 The Lord will keep you from all harm—
    he will watch over your life; the Lord will watch over your coming and going
    both now and forevermore.
Psalm 121

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