I imagine God as an outdoor enthusiast—like me. If anything was made “in His image,” it must be rivers. They too have no real beginning or end. They live on land in multiple seasonal forms, and in the sky as sometimes invisible members of a “holy trinity” of water, vapor, and ice. They too are eternal, ever changing, yet unchanged. Nature prays through the sounds of falling raindrops, rushing rivers, and rolling seas. I pray that way too. Water, wind, and birdsong connect me to the divine.
Whenever I need to find hope and joy within myself and within this all too often wounded world, I go fishing—and it makes all the difference. It’s not that I look away from the cruel ugliness we are seeing in some of humanity,…
