I wrote this piece a few days before Thanksgiving last year during a visit to Humboldt Redwood State Park. It’s an extraordinary place…humbling, grounding and pure.
Modern pilgrims wander through an ancient cathedral.
They bear witness to the crescendo of a timeless symphony that began with a single note of fertile earth.
Modern faith fails to note that these pillars haven’t always splintered the sun.
It must learn this one thing: that every living thing is called to find its tallest point, and then to reach further still.
It’s what we are made for.