A couple weeks ago I did a hike with a friend to Norvan Falls in North Vancouver. It was gorgeous. I had never been there before. There were some logs stuck firmly across the pool at the base from some past deluge, so my friend and I sat there on them for a long time, right at the base of the falls, drinking in the awesome power of this great sight and getting gently misted by the spray.
As I sat there in awe and wonder, I noticed all the smooth channels carved by the water over the years, decades, centuries, perhaps even millennia, and marvelled at the power of water. The water had and would continue as long as the water flowed to cut through the earth like a knife. Even a single drip, drip, drip over a long period of time had the power to radically form the solid rock.
This, I believe, is the power of a life of prayer – slow, steady and not always spectacular – on our lives. Every small prayer of thanks, every moment of quiet contemplation, every “our Father in heaven…” might seem like such a little thing on its own, but over time, is like the drip, drip, drip of water, shapes and forms us in new and beautiful ways.
As I sat gazing up, I noticed that one of the pocket galleries that had been hollowed out in the past by the continual flow of water had become home to some beautiful, nodding maidenhair ferns. It was a seemingly precarious place to grow, however, it was the perfect environment for this life to thrive.
I pray that our lives may also be so shaped so that new life may take root in us and thrive.
Thanks be to God!