I had the privilege of primitive camping with my daughter on the old farm that I lived on as a girl. We don’t own it, but the land owner is generous in letting us set up our tent and have a camp fire Rachel and I would hike the hills and take lawn chairs to sit out in the middle of creek and eat watermelon that had been cooled in the cold spring that fed the creek. At night we could hear the coyotes in the distance and the lowing of the cows that grazed in the field nearby. It was a magical time and we played awesome Christian music loud enough that it echoed through the hills. My favorite title on that album was “The Trees of the Field.” I could see those old oak trees dancing along the banks and clapping their branches in joy.
One night, we had a beautiful camp fire and God began to speak to us an allegory of the fire. It went something like this:
The Fellowship of the Fire of God.
When a fire is started it needs bits of paper (the Word) to get it going. It needs the wind of the Holy Spirit to fan the flames into greater brightness and as it begins to burn steadily, it needs the dead wood (those who didn’t know the light) to be brought into fellowship with the embers to give it new life. When embers are scattered, they slowly lose the fire.
The more brightly burning logs that try to go it alone don’t have a chance of staying on fire – but add other embers of dry wood and a little paper (Word) and it will leap into a fiery pillar that shines light all around. The fire left on its own, with no one to tend it and keep the coals together and feeding it by adding paper and old wood, will eventually die out as it consumes itself.
Then Father God taught us another lesson. Birth of the Cold Spring:
Another day, we followed the cold spring to its head waters and saw where it creeps out of the earth – living pure water that you can drink and enjoy. We listened attentively to the sound of the water. It hurried down the canyon to join yet another spring and fed into the creek.
We had set up our camp at the place where the cold spring and the creek join as one. When you look at the water, you can no longer can you tell where one ends and the other begins but when you are in the water however, the spring is very cold and the creek water is much warmer, but in just a few feet, it is all mixed together and it is one.
I pondered these lessons and this is what came to me.
The absolute absence of man and his influence draws us closer to our Creator. We are able to stop and be silent and hear the sounds of God’s creation. The woodpecker taps out his morning song in search of food. The mourning dove sings her mournful sound reminding us that the fish are biting. The cold spring laughing as it falls over an old tree brings joy to the heart. The locust, crickets and birds add to the symphony. There is barely a whisper of wind and the beautiful peace encompasses and fills us with the love of God.
The last night we saw the stars dazzle us with their beauty as they shone upon us in their full radiance seldom seen in our light polluted world. Oh, how vast and limitless are the wonders of God. How pleasing are His ways.