God's Whisper

Some people see God's mysteries and work in everything.  I'm afraid I don't always see Him in my general surroundings; there is so much anger and evil in the world, I have a hard time believing, or accepting, that God is everywhere.   No matter your religious perspective or belief system, I think you have to agree there is Yin (good, light) and Yang (evil, dark) at work.  Now, before I'm assaulted with a history lesson in Chinese lore, I understand that Yin/Yang (Ch) or In/Yo (Jp) does not necessarily equate to good and evil.  However, the concept is that of man and woman-opposites that rely on one another to co-exist and meld the world into proper shape; hence, my American-ization of the Asian concept.  Just indulge me here, okay?

Now that I've spelled out my take on God's presence, or lack thereof, let me tell you where I have witnessed God at work.  When I see a baby, I see God's soul--pure and innocent.  As I've traveled around the world I've seen the result of God's handiwork, such as the mountains in Villa Escadero, The Philippines, Mount Fuji, Japan, the tundra of Quebec City, Canada, His tapestry on the coast line of San Francisco, CA, USA.  And recently I heard God's whisper in the Continental Divide in Colorado, USA. 

While driving alone through a valley toward Estes Park I remember saying aloud, "My God," as I stared in wide-wonder at the magnificent colors of the trees.   Craggy mountains stood erect, in sharp contrast to the beautiful mountain stream flowing gently toward the valley bottom.  The mountains seemed to swallow me as I drove through the valley, elk grazing in a meadow, the bright blue sky directly overhead.

When I arrived in the small Colorado town of Estes Park, I felt the cold air glide across my face as I exited my vehicle.  I closed my eyes and breathed in the clean oxygen, vaguely aware that my senses weren't detecting smog and vehicle emissions, nor hearing horns blowing or motorcycles roaring by, that I wasn't afraid to touch something for fear of catching someone else's cold or malady. 

As I inhaled in the mountain breeze, I realized I could almost make out a voice, a whisper really.  Suddenly, I was attuned to a force much greater than myself and also realized a gentleness was at work in my mind.  God whispered, "This is my house, behold." 

It was then I saw the world in a whole new light.  For a time people didn't look so mean and the Earth didn't seem as evil as I had once perceived.

I only want to hold onto that sound and remember God's Whisper.