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Little did my wife and I know what lay before us. We had long anticipated experiencing the reported grandeur of Montana’s Glacier National Park and we were not disappointed. It was early July, 2007, and we were at the tail end of a visit to the West Coast. The display we encountered of God’s intriguing creation soon overshadowed the joy we had experienced visiting with friends and family.
We had already experienced the natural beauty of the Grand Canyon and the grandeur of Mt. Rushmore. The vastness of Kansas’ prairies and Old Faithful in Yellowstone left us with memories that will never be forgotten. Glacier National Park was our last stop before heading home; we had left the best to last.
It was late morning when we arrived at the west entrance Visitor’s Center. We soon embarked on the free shuttle that was available, and, nervous with anticipation, we took the Going-to-the-Sun road to Logan Pass. We finally reached the pass, following a winding, mountain, road, In just a little over an hour. There before us … well, it was magnificent! We stepped out of the Visitor’s Center to the sight of a giant mountain rising into the stratosphere. Etched against a cloudless, deep-blue sky, the view left us speechless. In the valley between us and the mountain, elk could be seen taking their noon-time siesta.
It was time for lunch, so we spread out a blanket, made sandwiches, and settled back to enjoy the scenery. A friendly ground-squirrel soon joined us, only one of the many “permanent residents” of the Park. “Don’t Feed the Animals,” said the sign. Yeah, sure! Who can say “No!” to those beady little eyes, that twitching tail and those little hands awaiting a snack.
The day was too soon over, but as we returned in the shuttle, one last surprise yet remained. The Going-to-the-Sun road skirts the ten-mile long Lake McDonald before arriving at our point of departure. We walked to the edge of the lake and added to a camera-full of memories from this outstanding display of God’s creation. It was an experience we will never forget.
All of this God created, I note, in six “days.” I take that to mean “periods of time,” and it reflects, I think, the mind of our God. I have used the word “magnificent” too many times already, but what can you say? I have travelled – living for many years in Peru, crossed the Andean Range between Chile and Argentina in a Cessna 175, and visited the islands off Greece — and everywhere, God’s handiwork comes through.
What heaven will be like, one can scarcely imagine. The Apostle John’s vision of golden streets and pearly gates is of little interest to me. But what I have seen on earth brings up a thought. If God was able to develop this creation in six relatively short periods of time, what will heaven be like? He has worked on that project for some 40,000+ years (I’m guessing of course)! I can only imagine what awaits me when I get home! Do I deserve it? No way! But I rest on Jesus’ promise. “Trust in God; trust also in me. … [I]f I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me (John 14:1-2). What a magnificent (sorry) prospect!