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Bearing Witness

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how the earth bears witness to all of life. Moments and times that have been long forgotten leave a trace even if it is embedded deep within the soil. 

In this picture, I think of the Native Americans who for centuries stood upon these ancient rocks and fished. I can imagine the trauma this river absorbed as colonists came and claimed the land for their own. I consider the quarries that were dug and the factories that tried to harness the power of these rapids for profit. There was considerable blood shed on these banks not so long ago. Now it’s a park. A place to retreat and relax. Children wade in the currents and friends picnic in the sun. 

But the river remains through it all.

I pray that in this week you will find the deep currents. Rivers of hope and joy and love that will carry you through whatever the particular day may hold. Scripture tells us, the LORD is good and his love endures forever; his faithfulness continues through all generations. (Psalm 100:5)

Amanda Atkin
Associate Minister of Faith Formation