Becky and I are back in Langhorne, having flown to Wichita, Kansas, and then journeyed by car from Kansas to Washington state, helping our son and his family on a move to his first pastoral call in the high desert town of Ephrata.

Our trip took us through “A River Runs Through It” country.

The photo at the head of this post was taken Sunday in Yellowstone National Park as we followed the Lewis River from Grand Teton towards the geysers.  It was a glorious day made all the better by the nearly-eight year old in the back seat who was seeing “real” mountains for the first time.

The Lewis River and the Wind River in Wyoming the day before are certainly among the many highlights of an amazingly good trip.  As was the mighty Columbia flowing through that high desert country as we made our way to Seattle and the flight home yesterday.

“A river runs through it,” John says as he tells us of the vision of the City of God he has been given.  It is a river filled with the water of life, bright as crystal (Revelation 22:1-2).  Jesus tells the Samaritan woman of a water he offers, a water that “will become a spring of water welling up to eternal life” (John 4:1-15).

This past week Becky and I and our little pilgrim band were refreshed by rivers running through Rocky Mountain canyons, alpine meadows, and the parched dessert country of central Washington, a reminder, to be sure, of “a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High” (Psalm 46:4).

It’s good to be home.

See you Sunday

The Columbia River near Vantage, Washington