Tomorrow’s blogging (your Sunday Sermonette) is about corruption.
For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against a spiritual wickedness in high places. (Ephesians 6:12)
But today it’s about walking in the Autumn in the Arizona highlands.
Because almost any path is bathed in color as trees shed their leaves in preparation to receive snow, forecast for next Thursday. Soon the male deer and elk will be shedding their antlers and some of them will migrate to lower elevations – however many remain above the 7,000 ft. mark through winter.
Some visitors to Arizona are taken back that the place is not a bleak and forbidding landscape of cactus and scorpions. But that’s not how it is everywhere. There are pools in streams that hold German Brown trout who are fattening themselves up for winter. And almost all of the people who live here strive to find an almost holy communion with the land and its bounty.
I had visitors from Greece yesterday and they brought the fixings for a feast, knowing of my genuine love for authentic Greek food. They’d never been to the White Wolf Mine, though they had heard the legends. Who hasn’t? Working up an appetite meant walking, listening and trying to become part of the silence, because that’s what country life in this place is all about.
Because if you didn’t turn on the TV or the computer, you’d never hear of school shootings, the policies that allow the slaughter of born and unborn infants for fun and profit, and the efforts to impeach a good man whose only wish is that America be Great Again. Traffic, the crush of humanity, the incivility of the city, and commercialism seems to be part of another planet.