Of Bears and Penguins

Advent 9:

On an airplane this morning, flying west over what must have been Kentucky or Tennessee, I watched a series of hills pass underneath us. The eastern sides were lit with light, their earth made plain, the western sides were yet shielded by the rising sun, and their earth was dark, hidden and cold looking.

Every valley shall be raised up, every mountain shall be made low; the rough ground shall become low; the rough ground shall become level, the rugged places made a plain.

Being from Texas, I have an exact picture of what a plain looks like. In the flatness, the line of sight is unimpeded from horizon to horizon, the light shines on all beneath it and reveals what is there to be revealed. There are no things that are concealed in a level place, all that can be known is plainly there.

I'm not sure why that's important to the Lord, but it's a comfort to me.