Thursday, July 14, 2005

What Has Happened Here?

Where our cabin sits on the east bank of the Penobscot, Native Americans once walked. To this day an ancient trail -- beaten into the earth by game and the heavy boots of log drivers -- traces every bend of the river. It's a place that urges you to stop and think -- backwards and forwards.

One afternoon, these questions came to mind . . .

What has happened here on this very spot? This spot has stayed for centuries as water and people have come and gone.

What has happened here on this very spot? My friends have stayed for a while -- eating, fishing, and laughing.

What has happened here on this very spot? Ancient peoples laughed -- they stayed, fished and found food to eat.

What has happened here on this very spot? I have wrestled with a hunger for God and the purpose of my life.

What has happened here on this very spot? Have others heard God's whisper in the shuffle of branches and tumbling water?

What has happened here on this very spot? Have others quietly prayed, "God, please speak up -- or speak a little more clearly?"

Here -- on this very spot.

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