A lesson riding on the wind

And now men see not the bright light which is in the clouds: but the wind passeth, and cleanseth them (Job 37:21).

The great naturalist John Muir once wrote of riding through a windstorm. Not aboard a sailing ship on the ocean, or some smaller craft skidding along a gale-swept lake. But atop a Douglas spruce, one hundred feet up, on the highest ridge he could find in the Sierra forests of California. The Wilderness World of John Muir (Boston: Houghton Mifflin Company, 1954), PP. 182–190 .

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Article
Mind and health
April 29, 1996
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit