I am -- or rather, was -- a walker. I guess I got into it when I started
timber cruising (topographic and timber quantitative surveying) for
various logging companies on Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada,
during summers in my high school and early university years. On
graduation as a mechanical engineer, and afterwards with a wife and
young family, I found no further time for walking -- that is, until I
turned fifty, and started power walking for my health and weight
control. After several years of speed walking, I turned to endurance
walking, and joined the Bruce Trail Club (Niagara Chapter). It was then,
when I took the opportunity to "slow down and smell the roses", that I
really started to appreciate the wonder of God's creation around me.
I live in Niagara Falls, Ontario, Canada, at the southern end of the
Bruce Trail. The trail extends 800 kilometres along the Niagara
Escarpment from Niagara Falls to Tobermory at the tip of the Bruce
Peninsula, forming the west side of Georgian Bay. It is beautiful
throughout its whole length. At our end it is characterized by
Carolinian old-growth forests with unique species of flora. I also live
at about the mid-point of the Niagara Parkway, a 53-kilometre paved path
that follows the Niagara River from Fort Erie at the eastern end of Lake
Erie, past Niagara Falls, to Niagara-on-the-Lake at the western end of
Lake Ontario.
It is difficult for me to convey the wonder and awe
that I felt sometimes when I walked these paths. Near
Niagara-on-the-Lake, I have sat at a snow-covered picnic table while
eating a cold breakfast at 4:30 in the morning and watching the sun rise
over the Niagara River with tears of joy and awe in my eyes. Whether it
was the canopy of forest folding over me on the Bruce Trail, or the blue
skies and clouds above me and the sun-dappled waves of the Niagara River
beside me on the Parkway, I felt as if all this was my cathedral. And
while I walked, I often felt that I was in worship, not only of God my
Creator, but God The Creator, whose handiwork and mystery were all
around me. As long as I did not permit myself to get distracted, I felt
His presence lifting my spirits on the trail. My joy was expressed in a
few stanzas of All things bright and beautiful sung to anybody nearby
within hearing.
"He has made everything
beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men;
yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end." (Ecclesiastes 3:11 NIV)
Since having multiple-bypass cardiac surgery and a replacement knee,
I no longer walk these long distances. The most I manage now at age 80
is a half-hour daily walk with our little Jack Russell terrier. But what
better way to end than with this verse from This is my Father's world:
"This is my Father's world,
And to my listening ears
All nature
sings, and 'round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is
my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of
skies and seas --
His hand the wonders wrought."
- Maltbie D.
Babcock
Prayer: Father, may all who are Yours truly find and
enjoy You wherever You have placed them in this, Your world. In Jesus'
name, we pray. Amen.
Robert Norminton
Niagara
Falls, Ontario, Canada
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