My native instincts were correct as always…the lot to the viewpoint and trails was infested…with Californians.
I’m not prejudiced, but…
Growing up in Oregon we always believed we should be able to trap and release them as we did with other pests and vermin.
We wanted to protect a way of life and ways of living that meant little to our wealthy, brash southern neighbor.
Now there are more of them then there are of us, because we sold our souls for thirty pieces of California silver.
As we got on the trail, there they were.
A buffoon drinking from a massive beer bottle as his kids ran screaming up and down the path.
Upteen obvious tourists with cameras running to take a picture of something they couldn’t truly see and then rushing away thinking they had accomplished something.
“Baby, this sign says this is lava. Don’t you need a volcano to have lava”? “Har, har, har”.
I wanted to tell him there were two volcanos…one about twenty five miles from where he was standing and another one standing next to him.
Farther up the trail two young people were discussing how to “conquer” the river in a kayak…I told them that we may or may not be able to recover their bodies.
They were interlopers, foreigners, and they were robbing me in broad daylight of all I hold precious.
I hate their chatter…I cannot hear the voice of God in the waters, the greeting of the birds from tree to tree above their blather.
I had come to hear Him and to smell the the incense of God as He warms the Douglas fir with the sun to release their fragrance.
I had come to worship in my holy place and the barbarians had sacked the temple.
The beer swilling buffoon tossed his bottle into the underbrush, gathered his herd and moved to the next place to desecrate.
We pressed on up the trail and sitting at my favorite viewpoint were two more of them.
They were elderly and silent…a walker stood vigil next to the bench, she held a rosary.
After a few minutes the old man spoke…”We want our ashes laid here to rest for this is the hand of God”.
I nodded in approval…he understood.
My earthly remains will also await His coming from this spot.
I asked him where he was from.
The river roared with the laughter of God, the birds and trees sang together and incense flooded the temple.
God has His people everywhere.
Make your own application.