During the recent sabbatical that my wife and I enjoyed, we spent nearly three weeks in Germany. I was struck by the contrast of two well-remembered leaders in German history—a night and day juxtaposition. The significant dates are October 31, 1517 and January 30, 1933.
Martin Luther’s office in Wartburg Castle.
Martin Luther, priest, pastor, professor and theologian in Wittenberg, Germany started a reformation. With hammer strokes that echoed throughout all of Europe, Luther nailed a letter with his ninety-five theses to the door of the Castle Church in Wittenberg one October morning. He took a stand. Luther was no longer going to promote the sale of Indulgences to deceive people into buying salvation.
Adolf Hitler was appointed chancellor in 1933. Thus began a 12-year reign of the Nazis, which ended with Europe in ruins and the loss of millions of lives. Hitler started a revolution of another kind—the Third Reich. He took a stand. Started World War II. Orchestrated the Holocaust. Six million Jews died.
Linda reflecting on the atrocities at Buchenwald
Both are remembered in Germany. One with pride. One with shame. We saw the evidences of both. Our long-time German friends took us to Wittenberg, Weimar and Wartburg where Luther lived, debated, wrote, taught and inspired all of Europe and eventually the world-encompassing Protestant Reformation. We visited the Buchenwald Concentration Camp Memorial near Weimar where more than 250,000 people from 50 nations were imprisoned. We saw the mass graves where tens of thousands were buried during Hitler’s reign of terror. Pride and shame — both evident in the voices of our hosts and on the faces of the people in those respective communities.
We stood at the city square in Wittenberg and saw the statue of Martin Luther. We walked through his home that is now a museum. We visited his grave inside the Castle Church. He left an incredible legacy. There was much evidence of pride and preparation as the 500th anniversary is nearing.
Replica of Luther’s 95 Theses on the door of Castle Church in Wittenberg.
Our German hosts reluctantly took us to one of the symbols of Adolf Hitler’s influence—Buchenwald. There was no pride. Only shame. And there was no grave to visit. Hitler and his wife committed suicide in Berlin on April 30, 1945, the day after their wedding. Their bodies were carried outside and burned in shame.
Legacy. Influence. Pride. Shame. What will I leave behind? What will you leave behind? Not much has changed since the 16th or the 20th centuries. Every individual still leaves a legacy. Everyone has some level of influence. Everyone leaves behind either pride or shame in those who remember you.
I read the blog of a friend the other day who described the endless shame she has lived with for many years into her adulthood because of abuse from her grandfather when she was young. Last week I attended a funeral where every grandchild got up and spoke with deep pride and meaning of the positive influence of their 92 year-old grandmother. Everyone is remembered for something. Shame, pride or something in between.
Martin Luther’s grave marker in Castle Church
What do you want to be remembered for? Your character today will define your legacy tomorrow. Your actions now will establish what you will be remembered for later. We must not forget. Today’s choices affect tomorrow’s world.
QUESTION: What helps you stay focused on leaving a positive legacy? We’d all love to hear more in the comment section below. Thanks!
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“Daddy, why are you so afraid?” Those were the words of six-year old Adam as he held his daddy’s hand, walking along the south rim trail of Grand Canyon. My wife Linda and I just smiled. We were walking behind this young family with a baby in a stroller and a first grader. No handrail. No fence. No barrier between the trail and a 4,600 foot drop to the Colorado River below.
Young Adam didn’t understand why his mom was telling him to hang on tightly to daddy’s hand. He didn’t comprehend why he couldn’t just run out ahead of the rest of the family. He sensed dad and mom’s careful navigation along the trail. He heard their warnings. He saw that dad was walking on the side of the trail that was farthest from the edge. He thought dad was scared and afraid.
I’ve thought about that little life lesson quite a few times since June 21 when we were in Arizona while on our sabbatical. Maybe it has been the same for you. There have been times in my life when I thought my Father God was just being too cautious. Afraid. Why did He put these boundaries and restrictions around my life, my attitudes and my actions? What was He afraid of? What’s the big deal if I go ahead and do this or that? Isn’t God just being over-protective and too cautious?
Of course I know the answer now–just like Adam finally figured it out. By the time we reached the end of the south rim trail, Adam caught on. We smiled when we heard him verbalizing how safe he felt hanging on to his daddy’s hand. Linda and I just looked at each other and grinned when Adam started telling his father how happy he was to have his daddy to keep him from falling over the edge into the abyss.
It began with Adam thinking his dad was just a coward. It ended with Adam being filled with gratitude that his father was wise, strong and protective. I love the Psalms in the Bible. Psalm 91 starts out with these reassuring words:
“Those who live in the shelter of the Most High will find rest in the shadow of the Almighty. This I declare about the Lord: He alone is my refuge, my place of safety; He is my God, and I trust him.” (v. 1-2).
The rest of Psalm 91 gives a bunch more descriptions and details as to how God wants to protect us from walking off a cliff. It describes God’s father heart for us as His children.
God only installs handrails and fences (commandments and “do nots” in the Scripture) to protect us. Not to stifle us. Not to hurt us. Not to hold us back. Not to make life miserable. But to ultimately give us life. To help us live life to the fullest. And, to protect us from destroying ourselves through bad choices and decisions.
Today, don’t forget whose hand you can hold on to and who you can turn to for help. Psalm 121 gives us this promise:
I look up to the mountains—does my help come from there? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth! He will not let you stumble; the one who watches over you will not slumber. Indeed, He who watches over Israel never slumbers or sleeps. The Lord Himself watches over you! The Lord stands beside you as your protective shade. The sun will not harm you by day, nor the moon at night. The Lord keeps you from all harm and watches over your life. The Lord keeps watch over you as you come and go, both now and forever.
Have a safe day! You are in good hands!
You might remember it (if you are middle aged or older)—the Schlitz beer commercial in the 70’s that popularized the “Go for the Gusto” phrase. That tag line has since been shaped into multiple meanings, some more cultured than others. The word gusto has spawned additional advertisements, countless restaurant names, business slogans and more.
Dennis Skydiving to Celebrate 50th Birthday
Actually, you have to be really old to know the beginning of this concept. Even ancient. The concept of living with gusto goes all the way back to 950 BC. It’s the period of King Solomon of Hebrew fame. He wrote these words in Ecclesiastes 9:7-10 translated through The Message paraphrase:
Seize life! Eat bread with gusto, drink wine with a robust heart. Oh yes—God takes pleasure in your pleasure! Dress festively every morning. Don’t skimp on colors and scarves. Relish life with the spouse you love each and every day of your precarious life. Each day is God’s gift. It’s all you get in exchange for the hard work of staying alive. Make the most of each one! Whatever turns up, grab it and do it. And heartily! This is your last and only chance at it. For there’s neither work to do nor thoughts to think In the company of the dead, where you’re most certainly headed.
Dennis hang gliding over Interlaken, Switzerland
You have God-given permission to live with gusto. Make each day count. Smile. Laugh. Celebrate. Go hang gliding. Take a risk. Every day is a gift. Life won’t last forever. Opportunities can be short-lived. You only go around once.
I love to live with zest. For me it means trying a different and unfamiliar food item on the menu in a foreign country. Or to jump out of a perfectly good airplane at 13,500 feet. Hang glide with a view of the Swiss Alps. Ride in my friend Wolfgang’s car on the German Autobahn at 300 kph (186.4 mph). Or try the latest Busch Gardens roller coaster with my son.
Does that mean I live without purpose, intentionality or focus? Live with reckless behavior? Not counting the cost? Disregard for others? No. Not at all. We must remember that all truths are to be tempered and aligned with other truths that God gives us.
God prompts us to live with purpose. Ephesians 2:10 reminds us, “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago.” He also coaches us in Romans 12:11, “Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord.” Colossians 3:23 instructs us, “Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. ”
Dennis is ready to ride…fast…very fast!
My encouragement for you is to color outside the lines today. Live with intentional vigor in even a small way. Realize that life is short. Eat dessert first. God takes pleasure in your pleasure. Enjoy!
QUESTION: Share one thing you plan to do today to break out of your routine. Can’t wait to hear!
We had many of them over the last four months of our sabbatical. Sitting. Hiking. Reading. Relaxing. Recharging. Resting. Beside a stream or river. The song was melodious, glorious and soothing.
Sitting next to the McKenzie River, OR
Three places stand out. The McKenzie River in the Cascade Mountains of Oregon. The Little Pigeon River in Tennessee. And the snow-fed summer streams of Logan Pass in Glacier National Park in Montana. Recharging stations. Life-giving. Healing. Awe-inspiring.
During three days of solitude at St. Benedict’s Catholic Retreat Center on the glacier-fed McKenzie, my wife Linda, said it best: “Without the rocks in the river, there would be no song.” Rocks create the melody. Rivers and streams without boulders are silent. They have no song to sing. Rocks create the tune. It becomes a rock concert. A boulder symphony.
Near Logan Pass in Glacier National Park, MT
Think about your life. You experience the greatest level of gratitude in the moments right after you realize how tragic a different outcome might have been. You revel in God’s amazing grace the most when your eyes are opened to how wretched your motives or actions really are. You feel the greatest exhilaration when you’ve just climbed over a huge obstacle that has been standing in your way. The joy of that first cry of a newborn comes only after a difficult and painful labor. Without the rocks, there would be no concert. No symphony. No melody.
I’m like you. I rarely enjoy the obstacles that I encounter during the journey. At the moment, I usually consider them to be more noise than music. It is often after-the-fact that I realize the lovely melody that has been created in my life because of a difficulty, an obstacle, a hardship, a tragedy, or a challenge.
Middle Fork Little Pigeon River, TN
Here’s a great reminder for me from the Bible, “When troubles of any kind come your way, consider it an opportunity for great joy. For you know that when your faith is tested, your endurance has a chance to grow. So let it grow, for when your endurance is fully developed, you will be perfect and complete, needing nothing. If you need wisdom, ask our generous God, and he will give it to you” (James 1:2-5 NLT).
Obstacles in the riverbed of my life are an opportunity for joyful music. Any day and every day, I will choose music over noise. How about you?
QUESTION: What “rocks” in your life right now have the potential for creating a beautiful song? I’d love to have you share in the comment section below.
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Cathedrals. Churches. Convents. Caves. Cars. Cafes. Chapels, Castles. Condos. Cabins. Cruise Ship. Canyons. And Creation. All of them. Uniquely different. But the same. Places of worship—while my wife Linda and I were on our recent four-month sabbatical.
Our four “R” goals during the sabbatical included recharging and reconnecting. Recharging our spiritual batteries was one intended purpose. Reconnecting with God in a more intimate way was another. Both were met in diverse and interesting settings.
Our spirits soared and connected with God while reverberating with the majestically-played pipe organ in the highest-spired Cathedral of the world in Ulm, Germany. Our hearts were stirred in the castle-attic-renovated-to-a-chapel as Gregorian hymns were sung in Swiss German at the Christustrager Brotherhood in Ralligen, Switzerland. Our emotions swelled into tears as just the two of us read the Bible, sang and shared bread and wine together in the Chapelle des chevres (Chapel of the Goats), a cave where our 16th century persecuted Anabaptist forefathers held secret worship services in the Jura Mountains (on the Swiss-French border).
So many ways. So many places. Too many to describe here. Catholic, Protestant and more. We recharged and reconnected through worship.
Worship is not limited to a particular day, place, time, style, religion or denomination. Connecting with God is for anyone, anywhere. We experienced that truth in refreshing new ways over the past four months and for that we are incredibly grateful.
However, there was something very special about coming home to Cape Christian for worship on the final day of our sabbatical. It wasn’t just the fact that we birthed the church nearly 28 years ago. It was even more than seeing young leaders we have invested in leading really well. It was the life-giving experience of reconnecting with long-time friends. It was the realization that we were worshipping with those whom we have personally witnessed the “before” and “after” of God-transformed lives. And, it was the reconnection, after being away for 19 weekends—with God and His family whom we have journeyed with through the mountains and valleys of life. It was good. Very good!
Yes, one can worship anywhere. Anytime. Alone. With strangers. In an unlearned language. But I’m convinced—more than ever—everyone needs a community of believers to connect to and worship with. As imperfect as people and congregations are. As disappointing as the failures and floundering of God’s people becomes at times. Recharging and reconnecting in worship together with those who are mutually committed to honor, follow and serve a living Lord brings a joy unlike all of the other ways and places of worship. It’s good to be home. Very good!
If you missed earlier links to the photojournal of our sabbatical, click below:
Europe PhotoJournal
North American Road Trip PhotoJournal
Lastest Releases Photos
It’s one of those songs stuck on “repeat.” Over and over for several days now. I keep hearing these words, “Everywhere I go I see You, everywhere I go I see You…everywhere I go I see You…” It all started when we began reflecting on the fact that it was our final full week of our four-month sabbatical. Michael W. Smith’s song “I See You” was playing in the background. I realized that song describes a thread through the entire last four months.
Salzburg, Austria –Never saw anyone else up above us on this ledge except this “guy” for a few seconds.
We have constantly seen God show up in our lives day after day, moment by moment. Sure. There were the over-the-top ways like leaving a wallet on a mountain rock at 12,000 ft. elevation and then having five of God’s angels hand-deliver it to you at 14,000 ft. It’s a great story …still being written in terms of it’s impact.
But there were many others too—perfect timing for a family member to find help and healing, a song, a Scripture reading, a parking spot, a tour guide sharing insight without us buying tickets or waiting for the next start time, meeting new neighbors in unlikely far-away places, a sudden weather change, precise scheduling without any planning on our part and way too many more to write. Linda and I frequently just looked at each other and laughed. Again? Can you believe it? God just showed up. He just winked at us one more time. Wow. Amazing. Amazing. Amazing.
I have a hunch that just maybe, God actually wants to show up in my life on a daily and consistent basis. But I’m afraid that I’m just too busy going down my “to do” list. I’m too preoccupied with life. I’m too stressed with situations. I’m too hurried by a crowded calendar. I’m just not taking time to tune my spiritual frequency to hear God’s whispers. How about you? Does worry and busyness also blind you from seeing God regularly in your situation and surroundings?
This Sabbath time, these last four months, have been good for me in many ways. We’ve clearly moved toward our four stated R’s. We’ve rested, recharged, retooled and reconnected. Reconnecting with God in the day-to-day little ways has been so invigorating. No huge new revelations. But just the constant reminder that He cares. About the big stuff. About the small stuff. I have nothing to worry about.
I’m reminded of Jesus’ serenity-giving words:
Female Rufous Hummingbird – McKenzie River, OR
That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing? Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are? Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?
And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing, yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are. And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?
Wildflowers on the slope below Mt. Reynolds at Glacier National Park, MT
So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’ These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs. Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need. (Matthew 6:25-33 NLT).
My prayer today, tomorrow, next week and next month is that this song will continue to play continuously on the tracks of my mind and yours, “everywhere I go I see You, everywhere I go I see you”…
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A welder, chemist, music teacher, engineer, brain-cancer researcher, chaplain, physician, nurse, pastor, midwife, military analyst, business owner, and workers in a predominantly Muslim country. From Minnesota, Texas, Louisiana, Arizona, New York, Florida, Colorado and the Middle East. Married between one year and forty-eight years. Over 400 cumulative years of marriage experience. Twelve couples and two awesome leadership couples. Four days together in an idyllic hundred year-old castle.
One of the four R goals of our sabbatical was to reconnect. Reconnect with God. Reconnect with our spiritual and familial roots. Reconnect with our immediate and extended family. And of top importance, was for Linda and I to reconnect in our marriage. So we signed up nearly a year ago to attend a weekend Marriage GetAway in Colorado. We are so grateful we did.
It’s not that we had really disconnected. We’ve had a solid marriage. In a couple months, we will be celebrating forty years. But we wanted to be intentional about renewing our connection, strengthening our connection, developing fresh habits that will connect us even stronger for longer. We want to finish strong.
“Renewed intentionality” is what retreat participant, Daron Decker coined it. It’s not that we learned a bunch of brand new concepts or principles. Most of it we had heard before read before and even previously taught to other couples. But we learned. Relearned. We renewed our intentionality of regularly practicing the things we know to be helpful.
In addition to last weekend’s incredible four-day marriage retreat, Linda and I have been intentional about renewing our marriage throughout our entire four-month sabbatical journey. We’ve been listening to or reading: He Wins, She Wins; Devotions for a Sacred Marriage; Love & War; Love Talk for Couples; His Needs, Her Needs; and more. We’ve been more intentional and consistent to pray together and read the Bible jointly. We’ve been intentional about speaking each other’s “love language.”
A great marriage is hard work. It doesn’t happen by accident. It isn’t automatic. Unintentionally, relationships drift. An abundant marriage takes intentionality. These four months of intentional effort have been fruitful. We feel closer and more connected than ever. We’ve enjoyed our first-ever time of being together 24/7 for one hundred and twenty back-to-back days. We genuinely missed each other this week when we spent a few hours apart taking different flights to and from Colorado (using frequent flyer miles on different airlines).
If married, are you intentional about investing in the health and growth of your marriage? Maybe it is time for renewed intentionality—Reading. Sharing. Retreating. Playing. Praying. Counseling. Whatever.
Renewed intentionality. That’s what it takes. For sure.
P.S. We highly recommend the Marriage GetAway’s offered at The Glen Eyrie Conference Center. Leaders Terry and Leah Green are awesome! And assistant leaders Mike and Patty Berens were a great addition to the team.
We met some angels on Mount Evans in the Colorado Rockies earlier this week. They had names. Not Gabriel or Michael. But Amy, Pat, Chad, Greg and John. Yes, we met five angels at 14,130 ft. elevation. They actually called my name. I’m still in awe.
L to R: (Me), Pat Quinn, (Linda), Amy Stephenson, Chad Babcock, Greg Palmer and John Cichon
It happened like this. While driving up the highest highway in the Continental United States, my wife Linda and I stopped to take a selfie. Not the typical iPhone in hand capture, but with my large DSLR camera. Not bothering to get the tripod out of the car, I set the camera on a rock. But it needed a prop to stabilize and level it. My left rear pocket had the answer. My wallet. It was perfect.
We headed on up the mountain, driving carefully on the narrow guardrail-less road from 12,000 feet to stop again and take a short hike at 13,000 ft. We photographed Big Horn Sheep on the steep rocky cliffs and stunning Summit Lake with a glacier in the background and alpine flowers in the foreground. And for some reason, I touched my left rear pocket. It was empty.
Mountain Sheep above Summit Lake
I moved into problem-solving mode for just a few seconds. Checked my camera bag. Told Linda to check in the rental car console. But I knew what had happened. My wallet was left on a random rock a thousand feet below us. I had screwed up. Maybe it was altitude-induced forgetfulness. But it was a big-time mistake. No other ID to use at the airport to fly back home the next day. Canceling credit cards. Getting a new driver’s license. New insurance cards, key cards and more. What a mess!
Summit Lake
And then there was peace deep inside as I breathed a prayer. God, I know you can handle this. I choose to trust in you. I don’t deserve any of this. It was my mess-up. My mistake. My bad. But I’m going to be like my mentor Tony Hostetler and rely on Your grace, Lord. We will go on up to the top of the mountain. And then, as we return to the bottom, we will stop at the cluster of rocks at the pull-out and see if the wallet is still there. If it is gone, we will check at the entrance gate to Mount Evans National Park and see if anyone had turned in a lost wallet. After all, I reasoned, the people who would take time to explore a scenic mountain road to enjoy God’s magnificent creation wouldn’t be dishonest jerks. They would care about others. They would do the right thing.
After photographing wild goats at the wind-chilled forty-seven degree peak of Mount Evans, Linda and I were returning to our car to head back down the mountain. A couple voices in a nearby crowd called my name. They even pronounced it perfectly. Dennis Gingerich! Are you Dennis Gingerich? I scanned their faces. I expected to see a friend, an acquaintance from Florida or from college days. They were young adults. Strangers. I didn’t recognize any of them. Then they told me they had my wallet in their car.
Mountain Goats near the summit of Mount Evans
While I had a peace that God would handle my predicament, I didn’t expect my wallet to be hand-delivered to me at the top of Mount Evans. I smiled. Linda cried. We hugged our five God-sent angels from New London, CT. These five delightful co-workers from Electric Boat had been searching the multitudes for my face at every pullout, every stopping place, and every parking lot all the way up the mountain. They planned to mail my wallet to me if they didn’t see me.
Amazing! I’m still in awe. As a pastor for the last thirty-five years, I’ve told many people that God cares about every detail of our lives. And, I’ve experienced it and I’ve heard the stories of others. But this encounter with His five angels was way too cool! Much like the rest of this four-month sabbatical–a mountain-top experience extraordinaire!
For more photos of our four month sabbatical journey, go to the following link: Gingerich Sabbatical Photos. Enjoy!
What is it that recharges you? It might be your hobby, an activity, your faith, a place, a person or even your work. It’s likely more than just one of the above.
One of the four R goals of my sabbatical time has been to recharge. While planning for the sabbatical some twenty months ago, I took some time to think about what filled my tank and charged my batteries. Several things came to mind: Connecting to God, time with my wife Linda, travel, nature, adventure and photography.
All of these rejuvenating activities were then intentionally planned and scheduled into the four-month sabbatical period (May-August 2014). Since I love photography, nature and adventure, I planned an event that would encompass all three into one activity—participating in a photography workshop at Glacier National Park.
I could say so much more about this particular experience. But here’s the short version.
Five days with five other guys who are also passionate photographers. (Thanks Dave, John, Phil, Ranjit and Tom!)
Learning from a professional nature photographer, Joe Rossbach. (A great teacher!)
Enjoying the incredible views and vistas of the Rocky Mountains along the Montana/Canadian border.
Hiking up mountain trails in Grizzly territory to find seldom seen lakes.
Four o’clock alarm settings to catch the pre-sunrise light.
Afternoon photo production instruction and review of our images of the day.
Seven mile evening hikes to catch the reflections of the golden post-sunset glow over a remote lake.
And so much more!
While physically drained by the limited sleep and loads of physical stamina needed for carrying our equipment up precipitous mountain inclines, I was extraordinarily filled by the experience. It was an exceptional time of recharging for me. Filled to running over.
So, I am sharing a link to some of my captures from those five days in Glacier. I do hope they will somehow inspire and fill you for just a few moments today. Enjoy! Glacier Park Photos (Click on individual photos to see larger image).
P.S. If you’ve been following our sabbatical photo-journal, here are the links to my two other sections of photos that I’ve recently updated.
Sabbatical: Europe Photo-Journal
Sabbatical: North America Photo-Journal
Every turn in the road provokes another “take a look at that” comment. Life-giving. Breath-taking. Awe-inspiring. And more. Leisurely enjoying the Canadian Rockies over the last three days is certainly a reminder why we chose this five-day segment as a part of our ten-week road trip across North America.
Near Lake Moraine, BC (Copyright – www.GingerichPhotoArt.com)
As we take in the views and the vistas, our hearts are experiencing vitality. Psalm 8 comes to mind:
Upper Falls in Johnston Canyon
Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
You have set your glory in the heavens. Through the praise of children and infants you have established a stronghold against your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger. When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is mankind that you are mindful of them, human beings that you care for them? You have made them a little lower than the angels and crowned them with glory and honor. You made them rulers over the works of your hands; you put everything under their feet: all flocks and herds, and the animals of the wild, the birds in the sky, and the fish in the sea, all that swim the paths of the seas.
Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
One of the four R’s of our sabbatical journey is to recharge. Seeing and trying to capture the views and vistas with my camera, has been filling Linda and I to overflowing. It brings vitality and vigor to our hearts, souls and bodies. Each step we take as we hike and explore, we breathe in the fresh mountain air and exhale years of stress and strain. Vitality and vigor come. Recharging happens.
Lake Louise, BC (Copyright – www.GingerichPhotoArt.com)
So, this blog is brief. I invite you to take a look at the recent images I’ve captured in my viewfinder. Relax. Enjoy. Just maybe you too will be recharged. May God’s grace and peace fill you today!
Current North American Road Trip Photos – Click Here
Photos from the beginning part of our sabbatical in Europe – Click Here
