This week, as school and the B.A.R. Hoppers took a hiatus for Spring Break, I boated over to Nantucket to visit my dad for a few days. Turns out, leaving the big city and getting out into some more natural environments is a great way to practice vicariously.
Even the least religiously inclined among us would likely feel a little tug at their soul among the Sassafras and Tupela trees in Squam Swamp:
I always enjoy walks through the woods with my dad. As a botanist he knows endless facts about everything from mushrooms to canopies. He also often gets nostalgic and tells adventure stories from his youth. Fittingly, this time he told a story about a van full of nuns who ran him off the road on one of his bike trips.
For a change of scenery, I biked down to the beach one afternoon. I realized that the vastness of the ocean is pretty much completely incomprehensible to me (also included in this category — outer space and my affinity for sweet potatoes). It got me thinking about how, if I can’t even comprehend our very own earthly oceans, how could I possibly comprehend something like a conception of God? That started to get me a little down and then I thought that God should be incomprehensible. Maybe there’s actually hope in that. Maybe that’s what faith is all about. Thoughts?
I was amazed at the colors in this chunk of driftwood.
Had to include a photo of our friends from Squam Swamp. (It’s not meant to be biblical imagery.)
Happy Spring Break!!!