There he sat in a trance, being tempted by none other than the God he had dedicated his life to obey. “Get up, Peter, kill and eat!” Peter’s response was the “correct” one. “By no means, Lord, for I have never eaten anything unholy and unclean.” He was standing on the sacred foundation of his belief system. He was doing what he had been taught to do in order to obey God. Things made sense within that system. There were rules, crystal clear rules about what he was allowed to do and not allowed to do. And God had made it clear—or so he thought anyway—that eating unclean animals was a grave sin. Doing so would have made him unclean and therefore not worthy of his position. Still, despite Peter
My family and I had only been on the road for about 45 minutes before we started saying things like, “Look at that!” and “How beautiful!” We were headed West on I-70 for a weekend in the mountains in the middle of September. Anyone familiar with Colorado will tell you that this is within the relatively small window of time when the changing of the colors—especially on Aspen Trees—is particularly breathtaking. We were smitten already. It was the next morning when I started to really think about those colors. They were a gift to the world, no doubt. Anyone paying attention found themselves taking a few seconds at a time simply staring at the hills outside of the cabin. Yes, it is a gift to us.
