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Written by Peter Langbroek
How are your summer holidays? Summer holidays can be a lot of fun, can't they? But what have you learned in these holidays? That's not a good question to ask, you say.

Why not?

That's for when I begin school or home schooling, you say.

Are you sure?

Never think that during your holidays you put your mind on off. In fact, I think it is a very important time to stop, look, listen, and praise. Summer is often a time of travel to experience new sights and sounds. It is a time when we can relax from routine and busyness.

When you travel and see the heavens, sky, and earth, when you see the birds and fish, the trees and flowers, the hills and valleys, what do you notice? Stop, look, and praise.

Take an imaginary trip with a family from Monarch, Alberta. They are spending August 13 - 18 in Waterton and Glacier National Parks in Alberta, Canada, and Montana, United States. Then, read and take along Psalm 147. You'll see what I mean.

August 15, 2001: Belly River Campground, Waterton National Park, Alberta

The fire flickered above the clear dark sky. Eldon and his dad sat silently near the fire. Cheryl and Mom were already in the tent trailer getting ready to sleep. Dad was bent down looking at the fire while Eldon arched his neck up at the sky.



"I got to 53 stars and I give up already. Do you know how many stars there are?"

"No, but I know Someone who does. In fact, He knows them all by name."

"Who, Dad?"

"He telleth the number of the stars; He calleth them all by their names. Great is the Lord, and of great power: His understanding is infinite. Psalm 147: 4,5"

August 16: Chief Mountain, Glacier National Park, Montana

The mini-van stopped by the wayside. Just as Eldon and Cheryl got out, Mom interrupted them. " Kids, make sure you put on your jackets. It looks like it might rain, so we won't go far on the trail."

Even though the clouds were beginning to cover Chief Mountain, everyone was admiring the view as they walked down the trail for about a kilometre. They could see the aspens below with stands of fir trees between. Already the trees were turning yellow. Across them, like a big square rock, stood Chief Mountain--truly a grand and noble mountain! Dad had remembered the binoculars. He was looking at a raven gliding in the sky. In front of them the grass blew in the breeze. Eldon was off the trail watching a marmot go into his hole. The marmot's cheeks were puffed with food.

"Dad, can I see?" asked Cheryl. Dad handed her the binoculars.

"Dad, what does the raven have in its mouth?" Cheryl handed back the binoculars.

Dad looked for a moment. "It's hard to tell, Cheryl," he said, "but it must be some kind of food."

The family went a little further but decided to go back to the mini-van because it looked like it would rain. Sure enough, by the time they got to the car it was pouring.

"Sing unto the Lord with thanksgiving; sing praise upon the harp unto our God: who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains. He giveth to the beast His food, and to the young ravens which cry. Psalm 147: 7-9"

August 17: 11: 00 AM. Clements Mountain, Glacier National Park, Montana

It was a good thing Dad had bought a tent trailer with a heater. It was cold the night before. Dad had to scrape the ice off the windshield that morning. To top it all off, it started to snow! At the wayside, no one could see Clements Mountain. Mom was bending down to fetch the thermos to make some instant coffee for Dad and herself. Cheryl passed the cookies to Eldon.

"It sure looks neat, all that snow on the top of those trees. It looks like someone scattered icing sugar on them," said Dad admiring the scene below.

"He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly. He giveth snow like wool: He scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes. He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before His cold? Psalm 147; 15-17"

5: 00 PM. Weeping Wall

"The wall is sure weeping!" cried Eldon. Big sheets of water splashed down from the rock wall near the road. They were outside this time. The park ranger had told them the weather could change fast in August. Lots of surprises. The sky was clearing up. With the snowfall, the creeks were filled with water and rushing down the mountainside.

"He sendeth out His word, and melteth them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow. Psalm 147; 18"

August 19, 2001: Back Home on the Farm, Monarch, Alberta, eating breakfast before church.

"It was sure nice to sleep in our bed," said Dad as he looked out at the wheat field. "I can tell the wheat has grown the week we were gone." Mom smiled at Dad.

"Hurry up, Cheryl. Finish eating your cereal and drinking your juice," said Mom. Mom looked at her two children. She had thoroughly enjoyed the week together with them.

"Praise the Lord, O Jerusalem; praise thy God, O Zion. For He hath strengthened the number of thy gates; he hath blessed thy children within thee with the finest of wheat. Psalm 147: 13,14

Then Dad read the Bible and prayed. He prayed for the pastor--that the Holy Spirit might strengthen him to proclaim the Word. He thanked God for the food and confessed that they were not worthy of His blessings on them.

"He sheweth His word unto Jacob, His statutes and the judgements unto Israel. He hath not dealt so with any nation: and as for His judgements, they have not known them. Praise ye the Lord. Psalm 147: 19, 20"

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