Last weekend, a couple of old high school buddies came to my home and we spent some significant time together. It was one of those gorgeous weekends (weather-wise) that enabled us to do whatever we felt like doing (as long as our old frames would hold out).
I folded back the top of the Jeep and took off the doors. Aside from losing a couple of ball caps in the wind, it made for a great ride. The sun was shining much of the time, the temperature was right, and there were enough clouds to make the scenery all that much more beautiful.
“We chortled it up for a couple of days.”
We hit some restaurants, a distillery, and an antique car show over the weekend and added a few miles onto the Jeep’s odometer. King crab, short ribs, and country fried chicken was some of our fare, and we chortled it up for a couple of days.
Aside from seeing each other and catching up on what was happening, the highlight of the get together was probably our road trip to the Shenandoah Mountains. We headed down to Shenandoah National Park and did a leg of Skyline Drive.
If you’ve never been there, I encourage you to take the time to meander down this wonderful stretch of road. If you do, you’ll wind along the ridge tops as you peer down at the Shenandoah Valley far below. It’s an indescribable sight.
We stopped at various overlooks, took a few pictures, and drank in the vistas. It was an incredible venture. I had done it before, but it’s one of those things you just can’t get over.
“There is a God.”
At one point as I gazed over the seemingly endless valley, I turned to my buddies and said this: “When I look at stuff like this, it just confirms to me that there is a God.” They both agreed. I’m glad they did because I just wasn’t in the mood for an argument.
At college, I majored in biology—the study of life. Like most students, I heard about the big bang, the primordial sludge, and how all of life evolved from some slimy sorghum. Sorry, but I just don’t buy it. I guess I know too much (or not enough). My money is on a benevolent Creator as opposed to an amoeba gone bad.
I’m not much of a world traveler, but I’ve been around enough to see some rather diverse people, geography, flora, and fauna. They all speak to me of a world put here by someone who cares—someone who holds it all together for us. Someone who likes order and beauty… That someone has placed within us the capacity to love and to appreciate the world around us, despite our shortcomings, failures, and rebellious spirits.
I may be naïve, but I don’t think so. There’s too much evidence for me to turn my back on the Lord for a few theories. Maybe we all need a weekend at Davey’s. It did ME some good, at least.
[Dave Zuchelli is a graduate of Pittsburgh Theological Seminary and is currently the pastor of Smith Chapel, in Great Falls, VA.]