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I remember my first trip to the Grand Canyon. In fact, I remember every one of my trips to the Grand Canyon as though it was my first! My love of the Canyon began the summer between my seventh and eighth grade when our youth group preformed a musical drama there for three nights and then hiked the canyon. As we were hiking out on that hot and dusty day, just before dusk, clouds appeared overhead and a light mist descended, it was so refreshing. Then the sky

I just finished a 9-day journey through the first 187 miles of Grand Canyon.  A magnificent group of people assembled at Lee’s Ferry, clamored aboard two rafts, and set off on an adventure of a lifetime.  We found ourselves at science camp on the third night.  This camp is situated close to what is known as Crash Canyon and the confluence of the Colorado and Little Colorado Rivers.  Crash Canyon got its name from a significant tragedy that happened in June of 1956. Two commercial planes were flying over

Flying coast-to-coast for several years as the pilot announced we were flying over the Grand Canyon cemented my desire to see it one day. Of all the sights seen from an airplane 30,000 feet up, none appear bigger than this monument of the past. Growing up in a military family, we moved almost every year and dad would always make the effort to draw our attention to roadside attractions, all man-made of course - cheesy larger-than-life statues of dinosaurs and other farm animals, cars buried in the ground vertically

2016 brought more than 6 million people to the Grand Canyon.  The vast majority of excited Grand Canyon visitors experienced the canyon during the summer months.  Certainly, Grand Canyon is a magnificent travel destination during that time.  However, have you considered encountering Grand Canyon during the winter?  I highly recommend you do, and here are some of the top reasons why. Fewer People The traffic and crowds swell at Grand Canyon during those busy summer months.  Although the people-watching is quite intriguing, those crowds can be limiting to where you

This world is not my home I’m just a-passing through My treasures are laid up Somewhere beyond the blue. The angels beckon me From heaven’s open door And I can’t feel at home In this world anymore.   Albert E. Brumley penned this beautiful hymn in 1965.  He recognized the longing of the heart to be with our Savior forever.  This is the hope of the Saints.  Our Creator God also renews and restores the fallen and rebellious heart.  Hebrews 11 recounts for us the cloud of witnesses that have gone before us that clung to the

Sometimes the tours we do are a huge blessing and joy even for us as tour guides. I recently had the amazing opportunity to give a Grand Canyon sunset tour to a group I will never forget. On a recent tour we had a group of 4 - Rhoda and her husband Randy, and Rhoda’s parents Maynard and Emily.  Rhoda and her family were from Malawi, Africa where her father spent years as a geography teacher.  Rhoda had moved to America and recently married Randy.  Her parents were now

The recent election has driven many Christians to find hope in the assurance that, “God is still on His throne.”  In fact, I too expressed this confidence in a Facebook post about 2 weeks before the election.  But what does that mean?  What are we attempting to express to ourselves and others? Psalm 103:19 says, “The Lord has established his throne in the heavens, and his kingdom rules over all.” Jesus says in Matthew 28:18, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me.” Paul writes about Jesus

Fall is synonymous with crisp air, mild temperatures, vibrant colors, alluring aromas, and change (and football…just saying).  Leaves that once melded into the landscape now stand apart vibrantly, dazzling the eyes with color.  The wind enriches the display by causing the leaves to dance, generating a 3D image of pigment and action.  The fresh air and fall aroma contribute a 4th dimension to complete the experience. The fall landscape is transformed from a blur of green hues to a tapestry of brilliant color.  God’s creation is shouting a reminder