Alive...

So I get to walk across this bridge every morning. It gives me time to kinda clear my head before jumping into the work day. Sometimes I listen to music. Other times I listen to all the muted sounds coming from Harrisburg. But almost everyday I take my eyes off the path directly in front of me and consider the beauty of the sun, the sky, the clouds, the breeze, the river, or two geese floating in the river with a bunch of little new-borns lagging behind as they learn the art of paddling in the calm stillness of the Susquehanna.

Just yesterday morning I was reminded that my Creator is alive and working, as evidenced by the chill of the early spring morning and the warmth of the individual rays of sunlight that embraced me. This juxtaposition reminded me of the musings of this one Jewish man who had the nerve to make the claim that humanity would only find true life in death.

It's a claim I ponder nearly every day of my life...

It's a claim that has changed my life...

It's good stuff to think about while crossing a bridge...