Hangzhou... It's our home for these few years (Lord willing), and for that we are really thankful. It's a great place. The flowers -- Lotus blossoms -- are bloomed out on the lake; the air is warm and moist (euphamism for: hot and muggy); and the people, as always, are full of warmth and vigor.
I must say, however, that we loved our few short days in Chattanooga. Those of you who live there year-round are certainly blessed, as well. Great city. Fun. Friendly. And of course, there's the Greater Quitman area, including the twin cities of Higden-Greers Ferry, where we (and a few more than 1000 other people) call "home" in the most-lasting sense.
Every place unique. Each having its strengths and weaknesses. All places the Creator and Sustainer has given us to roam and dwell.
Which makes me think of Jesus: He got one brief chance to walk the face of the earth, and in those too-short years he never travelled more than maybe a few hundred miles (?) from his birthplace. He never walked around the famed West Lake; he never climbed Lookout Mountain and never traversed Missionary Ridge; he never went boating (much less skiing!) with Peter and the guys down at the Narrows.
And at the same time -- before there was time -- he fashioned them all.
He gives me (and surely most of you) the chance to cover more ground and see more sights than his earthly body and eyes ever did; yet we humble ourselves before him knowing that he is the one through whom all these places and wonders were made.
Go outside today, if you can, and say "thanks." I know I will.
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