Why I love Alaska 
There is actually music in the wilderness that can be heard; here you can hear your own heart beat. Here all the irksome noises of civilization can be left behind. There is a feeling of remoteness even isolation here, yet even in the vast spaces of mountain ranges and rolling tundra carries a certain joy in it’s bosom.
Here the vastness of the wilderness seems to make the voice of the Creator a thousand times more eloquent. There is an eternal timelessness that reminds me of the Almighty. I sense my finiteness, my insignificance in the grand schemes of nature. Man has really made few inroads into the vast wilderness here.
Here nature is the undisputed Master and man either respects it or dies.
Here the mysteries of the cycles of nature are so much more real. She has a harsh reality here that is subdued in the softer lands of the south.
Here the pace of life is different. It seems that the stark contrast of the cycles of the seasons, prepare the heart with hope. Hope springs eternal because one knows that winter will not last forever, but then again, neither will summer.
Here man and animals coexist in a symbiotic relationship that reminds me of Eden. This morning I watched from my office window as a mother moose shepherded her twin newborns down the office driveway and across the street. Traffic sat in patient silence as if she had as much right to the land as anyone else. There are three thousand resident moose within the city limits of Anchorage.
Last week, I had to herd a yearling black bear out of the neighbor’s back yard, and then out of the office garbage bin. He was so innocent and cute and friendly, I wanted to hug him. (I don’t think he would have felt the same way)
After an absence of more than 20 years, I have returned to live in the land I love
Here the skies are clearer and deeper, the mountains majestic and the waters clear, deep and cold. Here the great wonders of nature are revealed. Here the vastness of the arctic, the strange stillness of the Brooks Range is a stillness that only nature knows.
Here the skies are clearer and deeper, the mountains majestic and the waters clear, deep and cold. Here the great wonders of nature are revealed. Here the vastness of the arctic, the strange stillness of the Brooks Range is a stillness that only nature knows.
There is actually music in the wilderness that can be heard; here you can hear your own heart beat. Here all the irksome noises of civilization can be left behind. There is a feeling of remoteness even isolation here, yet even in the vast spaces of mountain ranges and rolling tundra carries a certain joy in it’s bosom.
Here the vastness of the wilderness seems to make the voice of the Creator a thousand times more eloquent. There is an eternal timelessness that reminds me of the Almighty. I sense my finiteness, my insignificance in the grand schemes of nature. Man has really made few inroads into the vast wilderness here.
Here nature is the undisputed Master and man either respects it or dies.
Here the mysteries of the cycles of nature are so much more real. She has a harsh reality here that is subdued in the softer lands of the south.
Here the pace of life is different. It seems that the stark contrast of the cycles of the seasons, prepare the heart with hope. Hope springs eternal because one knows that winter will not last forever, but then again, neither will summer.
Here man and animals coexist in a symbiotic relationship that reminds me of Eden. This morning I watched from my office window as a mother moose shepherded her twin newborns down the office driveway and across the street. Traffic sat in patient silence as if she had as much right to the land as anyone else. There are three thousand resident moose within the city limits of Anchorage.
Last week, I had to herd a yearling black bear out of the neighbor’s back yard, and then out of the office garbage bin. He was so innocent and cute and friendly, I wanted to hug him. (I don’t think he would have felt the same way)
Adam and Eve in the garden were objects of the wonders of nature.
The mysteries of the visible universe--"the wondrous works of Him which is perfect in knowledge"[JOB 37:16.] afforded them an exhaustless source of instruction and delight. The laws and operations of nature, which have engaged men's study for six thousand years, were opened to their minds by the infinite Framer and Upholder of all. They held converse with leaf and flower and tree, gathering from each the secrets of its life. With every living creature, from the mighty leviathan that playeth among the waters, to the insect mote that floats in the sunbeam, Adam was familiar. He had given to each its name, and he was acquainted with the nature and habits of all. God's glory in the heavens, the innumerable worlds in their orderly revolutions, "the balancings of the clouds," the mysteries of light and sound, of day and night,--all were open to the study of our first parents. On every leaf of the forest, or stone of the mountains, in every shining star, in earth and air and sky, God's name was written. The order and harmony of creation spoke to them of infinite wisdom and power. They were ever discovering some attraction that filled their hearts with deeper love, and called forth fresh expressions of gratitude.
CED p207
Here in the last frontier, you can look out your hotel window and watch a sea otter lounging on its back in the surf with a rock on its stomach, smashing clams and enjoying lunch.
The magnificent orca plays in the waters that are still pristine and unspoiled.
There is something about this country that sets within me a craving for heaven, to be able to commune with nature.
SPTED.059.001
The whole natural world is designed to be an interpreter of the things of God. To Adam and Eve in their Eden home, nature was full of the knowledge of God, teeming with divine instruction. It was vocal with the voice of wisdom to their attentive ears. Wisdom spoke to the eye, and was received into the heart; for they communed with God in his created works. As soon as the holy pair transgressed the law of the Most High, the brightness from the face of God departed from the face of nature. Nature is now marred and defiled by sin. But God's object-lessons are not obliterated; even now, rightly studied and interpreted, she speaks of her Creator.
If nature is God’s second lesson book, then here is where he speaks of His loving care for us the in the clearest tones, consider the following:
3T.333.002
The beauties of nature have a tongue that speaks to our senses without ceasing. The open heart can be impressed with the love and glory of God as seen in the works of His hand. The listening ear can hear and understand the communications of God through the works of nature. There is a lesson in the sunbeam and in the various objects in nature that God has presented to our view. The green fields, the lofty trees, the buds and flowers, the passing cloud, the falling rain, the babbling brook, the sun, moon, and stars in the heavens, all invite our attention and meditation, and bid us become acquainted with God, who made them all.
Ken Crawford
The mysteries of the visible universe--"the wondrous works of Him which is perfect in knowledge"[JOB 37:16.] afforded them an exhaustless source of instruction and delight. The laws and operations of nature, which have engaged men's study for six thousand years, were opened to their minds by the infinite Framer and Upholder of all. They held converse with leaf and flower and tree, gathering from each the secrets of its life. With every living creature, from the mighty leviathan that playeth among the waters, to the insect mote that floats in the sunbeam, Adam was familiar. He had given to each its name, and he was acquainted with the nature and habits of all. God's glory in the heavens, the innumerable worlds in their orderly revolutions, "the balancings of the clouds," the mysteries of light and sound, of day and night,--all were open to the study of our first parents. On every leaf of the forest, or stone of the mountains, in every shining star, in earth and air and sky, God's name was written. The order and harmony of creation spoke to them of infinite wisdom and power. They were ever discovering some attraction that filled their hearts with deeper love, and called forth fresh expressions of gratitude.
CED p207
Here in the last frontier, you can look out your hotel window and watch a sea otter lounging on its back in the surf with a rock on its stomach, smashing clams and enjoying lunch.
The magnificent orca plays in the waters that are still pristine and unspoiled.
There is something about this country that sets within me a craving for heaven, to be able to commune with nature.
SPTED.059.001
The whole natural world is designed to be an interpreter of the things of God. To Adam and Eve in their Eden home, nature was full of the knowledge of God, teeming with divine instruction. It was vocal with the voice of wisdom to their attentive ears. Wisdom spoke to the eye, and was received into the heart; for they communed with God in his created works. As soon as the holy pair transgressed the law of the Most High, the brightness from the face of God departed from the face of nature. Nature is now marred and defiled by sin. But God's object-lessons are not obliterated; even now, rightly studied and interpreted, she speaks of her Creator.
If nature is God’s second lesson book, then here is where he speaks of His loving care for us the in the clearest tones, consider the following:
3T.333.002
The beauties of nature have a tongue that speaks to our senses without ceasing. The open heart can be impressed with the love and glory of God as seen in the works of His hand. The listening ear can hear and understand the communications of God through the works of nature. There is a lesson in the sunbeam and in the various objects in nature that God has presented to our view. The green fields, the lofty trees, the buds and flowers, the passing cloud, the falling rain, the babbling brook, the sun, moon, and stars in the heavens, all invite our attention and meditation, and bid us become acquainted with God, who made them all.
Ken Crawford
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