A fellow visitor to the canyon spoke to me as I stood and stared.
One evening while visting the Grand Canyon I decided to watch the I MAX close up and personal views of this splt in the earth, this place where the finger of God traced and carved and painted.

This is what moved me:

A scene about the discovery of the canyon portrayed the Spanish who galloped up to the rim of the canyon. One of the men jumped off his horse and ran out to the edge. He took off his hat, fell to his knees and bowed to God.

HIS MAGESTY!

Oh how I wish I had fallen to my knees in praise of Almighty God.

But I didn't.

I didn't bow because I have been trained to keep my emotions intact.

I didn't kneel because I might offend others who don't believe.

I didn't raise my hands to my Creator because we don't do that in the United States.

I didn't want to embarrass anyone, probably myself!

Yet I have watched those who unashamedly pull out prayer rugs in the middle of the mall at the right time of day...

I have observed groups stand on beaches in their meditative poses...

I've seen individuals sit on park lawns cross legged with hands postioned just so...

Why can't I fall to my knees when I am moved by God?

Am I alone in my thoughts?

Would you, could you praise God if you came this close to Him?