Scripture Reading: The Transfiguration
One of my first canoe camping trips was to the Boundary Waters Canoe area of northern Minnesota prior to Judy and I being married, and we actually led it together. It was a pretty damp one. It rained the entire first two days of the trip. So naturally, when we finally got a break in the weather we were particularly grateful and excited. That day did come. We packed our lunches and headed out on a day trip which, unless you’re an avid fisherman, is what you do in the Boundary Waters. You paddle away, as you portage some more you paddle some more, and eventually, you discover another lake. In this case, I remember it well. It was Bald Eagle Lake. Judy and I were in the lead canoe and the high school youth we were leading were 30 or 40 yards behind us. If you’ve ever been on a canoe trip, having a conversation with the person that you’re paddling with can be a challenge, so sometimes you just simply don’t talk. Unless you’re a high school youth. They never stop talking. And usually at the same time. Anyway, as we headed out from the shore a quarter mile or so, Judy and I almost simultaneously noticed something.