On Tuesday during class, we had a good lecture on the power of landscape. Most of the classes revolve around this topic since the class is primarily on the sacredness of landscape. However, this lecture seemed to have a greater impact. Professor Redick talked about how wilderness has the influence to make one feel utterly helpless. It humbles them—helps them get off their “high-horse” as one student shared. Being out and in the wilderness, embracing the nature that surrounds us, the beauty that God created, one can begin to feel slightly insignificant. It doesn’t take much—maybe just a majestic view from the top of a mountain to feel miniscule. To realize that there is a HUGE world out there—to come to the realization of “Who am I?” And with that question also comes the resounding one that so many ask: “Why am I here?” I had the former questions running through my brain during class, and then the latter was soon to follow. What makes me so great that I have any right to look down upon someone else? Nothing. I am nothing, no one. Or would be, except for Jesus coming. Dr. Redick shared how He, came and died on the cross, a death that was for thieves, and the worst of men—He completely emptied himself. And for what? To show his love. For those He created.
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