Glimpses of Paradise

Today was a spectacular day. Really, it was a spectacle. On March 20, 2010, it was truly a late spring day rather than a late winter day in western Virginia. The temperature was into the 70s and the sky showed a true deep blue much of the day. Even yesterday, I knew, based on the forecast, I needed to spend most of the Saturday outside, preferably doing something fun. This morning, I decided to try the hike we attempted two weeks ago.

On Sunday, March 7, another gorgeous day, the four of us tried to hike the 0.8 miles to the Hanging Rock Observatory in Monroe County, West Virginia. Snow drifts two to five feet ultimately thwarted our intention to make it to the perched hut used as a raptor observatory and, supposedly, a fire tower. We had to turn back, because it was too difficult for short legs. Our daughters were troopers that day, though. I expected much of the snow to be gone today, following two weeks of warmer weather and some rain.

I took our youngest daughter, and we began the reasonable journey with snacks, drinks, and eagerness. We just enjoyed the whole experience. Elyn had a few moments of grumbling, wondering how much further to the hut. I coaxed her with the promise of snacks and a juice box. It was well worth it. Waiting two weeks was worth it. The view we saw, the fifteen minutes of having the hut to ourselves, the warmth and gentle breeze...wow!

It was, in my estimation, one of those glimpses of eternity, a little taste of paradise. In the midst of some wilderness, it was serene and majestic. I realize part of my love of hiking is the experience of moments like this. My daughter, not quite five years old, seemed to be content and a bit awestruck. (Maybe it was the uniqueness of the hut, the novelty of its features that got her attention.) We could see for 100 miles easily. I snapped various pictures, but I could not gather the fullness of the moment.

This contemplation reminds me of the dialogue on the cross between Christ and the repentant criminal. I was reminded of it this week at a chapel meeting at the school. The humble sinner, believing in the Messiah, asked for mercy. It was granted, and Jesus' words to him offer me hope on a regular basis in this life. Jesus immediately offered him a promise that he would be in paradise with Jesus that day. Wow! Words cannot express the power and love expressed in this moment. It was a moment of amazing intimacy, mercy, and hope.

On that mountain, away from much of what man has made, my heart was kindled. I was not in Paradise, of course, but I experienced a glimpse of it. If I had time, I would have stayed there all day, soaking in the views and the sun. That place and time offered some serenity. Meanwhile true serenity and security is to be with God. May God help me abide in Him daily and hourly.