So what does this have to do with a picture of me and my friend Matt on a ridiculous lookout rock at the top of Domwe Island a few weeks ago? After the hour hike up to the top of the island, we came out to this incredible view of Cape Maclear and the islands that sit off the shore. We enjoyed the view for a while, Matt got some sweet pics (he's a professional) and ate some beef-jerky (thanks Victor Chen). On the way down we started jogging a bit and ended up in a full-on jumping/sliding/laughing/thankfullynofallingortumbling/
recovering/bounding/cannonballing down the hill in 1/4 of the time it took us to go up. That same feeling of reckless abandon, physical exertion, a bit out of control, excitement. I'm not going to say that it was the best part of the trip, because that is reserved for the really good time spent with Becca, the boys and the Floreens. But that was the funnest 15 minutes of my days on the island; hurling myself down the hill.
It would be silly to think that this type of experience is exclusive to Christians, or that it is the best/purest way for me to connect with God. People seek these types of fun and exhilarating things all the time because it makes them feel alive. I'm grateful that God made us/me to be able to experience and appreciate and reflect upon these times (though I don't know how many more times I can do this type of stuff since I'm getting on in years). I just want to be able to balance it. God has given us His Word and prayer to reveal Himself to us through the guidance of the Holy Spirit. There are spiritual disciplines that believers have practiced through millennia that allow God time and space to form our hearts. Maybe I just need to include this enjoyment of the Creation, and how He made me to romp in it, to my regular list of spiritual disciplines.