The thing that I love about photography is that it allows me to relive a moment when I was able to experience a piece of art so magnificent that it couldn’t be replicated with paint or even computer engineering. It is a caught ray of light in a world of din and gray–like a firefly that seeks shelter indoors during a storm.
Tomorrow we celebrate the resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ–a commemoration of a real historical event that renders us (Christians) close to bursting with jubilee. Whereas we remember it as the pinnacle of God’s saving grace and love for us, others see it as a glorious hoax. Millennia have been spent arguing the theology and historicity of a carpenter who claimed to be God during the Roman occupation of the western world, and no matter how strong the argument, ultimately it’s up to the individual to choose to believe or not.
I cannot help but believe. The rocks cry out in evidence. The more I study nature and try to capture its glory, the more I am convinced that not only is there a God, but there is a God who loves us dearly. Over a decade of personal theological study aside, I hear the sound of a waterfall and the songs of birds and it makes me want to sing too. Had I never cracked open a history book or read up on world views and systematic theology, I would still have looked upon a sunset and felt in my heart and someone designed it for us.