Having one God—a wealth beyond measure

It was early autumn. My friend and I broke camp at sunrise and paddled our canoe out of the Canadian wilderness at midmorning. As we were heading down a long stretch of Basswood Lake on the last leg of our trip, we heard the distinct call of a bald eagle. We looked up and could see four of the birds in clear view, circling and soaring on the updraft.

We sat still for a few moments and watched while the huge eagles appeared to grow smaller and smaller as the updraft continued to lift them skyward. When they were little more than specks and it hardly seemed possible that they could travel any higher, they simply vanished, one by one, into the white clouds overhead.

Love's prayer
February 9, 1987

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