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Romans 15:5-6 “May the God of endurance and encouragement grant you to live in such harmony with one another, in accord with Christ Jesus, that together you may with one voice glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.” God has faithfully directed our path to be a strong voice for Him at Grand Canyon. Thinking back through the events of 2017 extraordinarily points to the significance of God’s goodness and the impact of the community of the saints. Each day we seek to bring glory to God

Typically the most common word expressed at the rim of Grand Canyon is, “Wow!”  However, the past few weeks, 2 words have been spoken over and over again. They were spoken with an expression of confidence, peace, and great satisfaction.  These words were, “It’s true!” Jesus told Pilot in John 18:37, “You say that I am a king.  For this purpose I was born and for this purpose I have come into the world – to bear witness to the truth.  Everyone who is of the truth listens to

Each river trip ends with the opportunity for everyone to share a highlight of the trip and what they are taking home with them.  We often joke that the highlight cannot include the newly sun-bleached strands of hair, and what they are taking home must be something other than all the sand embedded in their skin and filling their bags.  There are many different things shared during this time, but one has consistently set itself apart from all the rest. It is stated in many different ways, but

Years ago, huffing along on a slow slog out of the Grand Canyon, I nearly stepped on one of the Canyon’s famed Grand Canyon pink rattlesnakes which curled, almost invisibly, on the sandstone trail I trod. Tossing a few tactful pebbles persuaded Mr. Rattler to slither away; little did I know that decades later I’d discover a different dangerous Canyon critter: federal bureaucrats who would strike squarely at our freedom to exercise our faith. Again, the danger wasn’t easily seen. It emerged when Dr. Andrew Snelling, a well-credentialed geologist with

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