Timeless Wellspring

Now that I'm in Nebraska, I've been reflecting on my recent visit to Montana and the Crow Indian Reservation. I'm reminded of why I have such an appreciation for the grandeur of Big Sky Country. Montana is certainly a beautiful state with its numerous mountain ranges, rivers, and abundant wildlife. Its wide-open spaces beckons the cowboy spirit to live on forever. And of course, there's the rich culture and amazing story of its indigenous people. After Toni and I moved away from Montana, on several occasions we attempted to find a way back via work and ministry. We talked about getting a small piece of land and building a log cabin. It never happened.

The Crow Rez and 12.5%

I made my way today from my campsite at a city park in Columbus, Montana to Crow Agency. I rolled up next to the old church facility and house where Toni and I first moved to in 1987. As I thought about those days long ago as I wheeled down the interstate toward the rez, it occurred to me that I spent 12.5% of my life living, serving, and loving on the Crow rez. It might not sound like much, but it really is in light of how short life can be.

The Blackfoot

This evening, I just landed in White Sulfur Springs, Montana, east of Helena and north of Livingston. For the past five nights, I've been camped at Clearwater Crossing near the Blackfoot River about 40 east of Missoula. It's almost unnecessary to say, but simply more beautiful country. I was going to move eastward a few days ago, but found myself...