I have only been on a two float trips that I can remember. On both occasions , I floated past some sorry souls passed out on the river bank after having consumed too many jello shots. They were lying there getting fried in the sun and drooling as we floated past - laughing, splashing water on each other, and looking for the next rapid or cliff to jump off. It struck me (deep thought time) you kind of have to be awake to enjoy the day. Related thought (trust me, it will come together): Darrin Patrick used an illustration once from his seminary days. He said that one of his professors told them that there was only one thing the church could do here that it would not be able to do in heaven. It will be able to worship, learn about God, grow in community and joy - but it won't be able to share the good news of God's grace with those who haven't yet believed. That is a pretty sobering thought, even for a Calvinist. Most of us simply do no...
A man made of mud learning to live as an image bearer of God