He Delights in Knowing
Scoffers throw their heads back and roll their eyes when the weak
of this world, who need spiritual crutches, speak of the existence of
God and His creation. They out right laugh at the thought, as the
Bible tells us, that the Lord of the Universe counts the hairs on our
heads and knows when a sparrow falls to the earth in death. Such
But the North American Park Ranger knows exactly how many buffalo
roam the open plains of Yellowstone National Park, just how
many big horn sheep climb the red cliffs of Canyonland in Utah.
That Ranger knows the height and depth of the national valleys,
the sources of the rivers, and the number of endangered species.
He can tell you have many bald eagles gave birth last year and
how many antelope play on the range — the annual inches of natural
erosion. Why? The Park Ranger knows because he has been given
stewardship over parts of creation. It’s his job, but it’s more. He delights in
knowing, in facilitating
within his boundaries, in survival, and in redemption
of the awesome life and land breathing, quaking before him.
Simply, the ranger knows because he cares.
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