Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

Happy Birthday, Naturalist!

Theodore Roosevelt best remembered as the 26th president of the United States was born this day (Oct. 27) 1858. But he was so much more than the President. He shaped this country in ways that many will never know, for he was a man who studied life.

Early in his own life, though times of personal fragility when life expectancy was not very high, Roosevelt's fascination with the world in which he lived laid a foundation of what grew to be an uncanny strength.

It might be argued there are four kinds of hunters, the first being the kind that hunt for food. The second kind of hunter are those that hunt for sport, for the challenge of acquiring a trophy. The third kind of hunter is the kind that sought to understand the world. The fourth and final kind of hunter are those that that don't know what they are doing. Period.  Roosevelt was very much the first three, but the third (The Naturalist) was the core of his being. He hunted to understand, foremost.

He collected. He recorded. He compared and contrasted everything he found (mice included) and came to conclusions by reading and examination. When a boy, he began his own museum of natural history in his own house (many times to the dismay of the housekeeper, though his mother seemed to show a higher tolerance of his collections).

Much could be said of the soldier, the leader, the statesman--but as a Naturalist, I think Roosevelt knew he was perhaps the last of his kind--the kind of man who moved with an open eye and raw fascination. He saw the world, understood it and conquered it. He was a man of determination, which is seen in nearly every photograph taken of him in later years--one hand always balled into a fist--power under control--ready for action.

Keep your eyes and ears open to the world around you--every plant, animal, person. Watch for opportunity and grow through lifelong learning and discover the spirit of greatness as found in people like Teddy Roosevelt, John Muir, (he walked from Indiana to Florida, just to see the land) John James Audubon, Henry David Thoreau, Jonathan Edwards, Meriwether Lewis, William Clark, even Charles Darwin (one need not agree with his admitted probabilities reached by studying domesticated animals and cultivated plants neglected by naturalists--as noted in his introduction--but he made more of an effort than any of us will today).

Happy Birthday, Naturalist!

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