Deep Calls To Deep: Recovering the Holy Ordinary

My daughters and I hiked a strenuous 2900 feet over six miles to arrive at the magnificent Gore Lake near Frisco, Colorado. We planned to stay two nights on the lake and then hike out. On the first morning, I awoke before the girls, grabbed my small stove, and made coffee by the lake. 

In the stillness, I watched the fog quietly creep over the pass and dissipate as it met the sun’s first rays. Concentric circles multiplied across the water’s surface from the opportunistic fish. And for an hou...