September 2016
Office of Mission and Ministry providence college LOGOS volume 11, number 1 • September 2016 a meditation: Living in Providence his past summer, I the trail turned away from the river, went hiking it became obvious that we would now with a group of be walking deeper into the woods and new friends on a up from the ravine in which the river T simple walking was located. The ascent, while hardly trail in the Eno treacherous, lasted for nearly a mile River State Park near Durham, NC. and left us desperate to catch our breath In the summer heat, we were bracing and reaching for our water bottles ourselves for what we knew was repeatedly. Throughout the trek, we coming: the inevitable sweat-drenched looked out for each other, trusted our clothing, matted hair, and the growing guide, and kept trudging along. As the irritability that seems to accompany the trail flattened off, we all instinctively first two conditions. The trail was both began to watch our breathing again, scenic and deceptive. It meandered getting ourselves back to a normal at first along the river, with footfalls rhythm of oxygen intake. Then our that took us along carefully placed guide, Steve, said abruptly, “Don’t step series of rocks and muddy patches of on that one, it’s not a stick.” At that undergrowth. Here, it looked carefully moment we looked down to see a five- staged for tourists, almost idyllic in its foot black rat snake angling its way tranquility and playfulness. But when across our path. Only thirty minutes (continued on next page) earlier we had wondered if we would see Centennial, that question appears all the more snakes along the trail and now we had.
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