Higher Altitudes

My sister and I toured Rocky Mountain National Park and Estes Park in Colorado. My favorite adventure occurred when we trekked up a path to reach 12,000 feet above sea level from the place where the bus stopped at 11,000 feet. Less than half-way up my breathing became labored, but I got a second wind and made it to the top. Fortunately, our bus driver went to the top, too, and took our pictures to prove our ascent. Two weeks later at home I played piano for the Feast of the Transfiguration. I wondered whether Jesus felt the difference in the air on Mount Tabor. And did Jesus find the mountains irresistible as a place to commune with his Father? My days in the Rocky Mountains inspired my praise of our Creator.

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