Moments in Time: Glen Coe, Scotland (Highlands)
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- Good Friday
- Maundy Thursday
- Holy Week Reflection
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- “Say You, Say Me”
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- Invitation
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- Seeing the Beautiful
- Our First Month
- Summer at Seven
- I Believe
- Radiant Presence
- Family
- U.S.A. vs. Germany
- Our Swiss Weekend
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- Interlaken, Switzerland
- My Search for Communion
- The Universal Language of Sports
- An Experienced Faith
- Worb, Switzerland
- Lake Lugano, Switzerland
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- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Wounds
- A Plea for Truth
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- A Fire of Hope
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- The Greatest Illusion
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- Listening to Time
- A Beautiful Closure
- Perfectly Average
- Baseball, Friendship, and Bathroom Prophecy
- Age of Wisdom
- Eyes Without a Face
- “Shining Like The Sun”
- Happy New Year…Cheers to Cranberry Juice and Coffee
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- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Balance
- 45 and the Mid-Life Brisk Walk
- A Scandalous Christmas
- Fire
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- Present
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- Let’s Dance
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- Mystery and Mirrors
- The Castle on the Hill
- Stockhorn
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- Tissot Peak Walk, Glacier 3000
- Man vs. Nature
- The Swiss Alps from Another Time
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- The Gray
- Feeling the Falls
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- Sunrise Over Lake Maggiore, Italy
- Weather, Writing, and Truth
- A “Religious” Walk Home
- A Quick Day Trip to Luzern, Switzerland
- Year Two
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- Cold as Stone (3 Years Later)
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- “Uniquely Me”
- The Human Balance
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- A Friend to Man
- Merry Christmas
- Finding Freedom
- High School Sports Hall of Fame
- Bonnie Scotland
- Turning the Big 4-0
- Nice, France
- Wrestling with Time
- Rounding Second Base
- A New Hang Out
- Welcome to a Journey…
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Scoreboard
- A Single Tree
- Worb, Switzerland in Fall
- The Volto Santo
- Tuscany, Italy
- The Prayer of Music
- Cologne Cathedral
- Pope Francis, Family, and Joy
- Exaltation of the Cross
- The Crumbs of Holiness
- Brienzer Rothorn
- Paris
- Prayer
- School, Dependence, and Paradox
- Pride
- Reflecting Light
- Loving Plan
- The Emmental
- Paris, Death, and Uncertainty
- Mt. Pilatus
- The Corner of Church and Gay
- Good Parenting
- To Change or Not To Change
- One Year Later
- Blausee, Switzerland
- Time is Love
- Bern, Switzerland
- Mürren, Switzerland
- Happy Thursday
- Die Hausmann (The Houseman)
- The Call of a Father
- Kandersteg, Switzerland
- Hope and Home
- Human, A Christmas Carol
- The Mountains and the Divine
- Christmas Market
- A Stare
- Penetrating Light
- Venice, Italy
- The Passion and the WC
- The Mountain
- Resurrection
- Market Day in Bern, Switzerland
- Happy Easter
- Good Friday
- Maundy Thursday
- Holy Week Reflection
- The Great Adventure
- A Man and His Crocs
- “Say You, Say Me”
- Kids, a Ball, and Nature
- Thun, Switzerland
- Invitation
- Sports and Passion
- Sunrise-Worb, Switzerland
- Seeing the Beautiful
- Our First Month
- Summer at Seven
- I Believe
- Radiant Presence
- Family
- U.S.A. vs. Germany
- Our Swiss Weekend
- The Paradox of the Road
- The Adventure Continues…
- Happy Father’s Day?
- Celebrating Earth Day
- Interlaken, Switzerland
- My Search for Communion
- The Universal Language of Sports
- An Experienced Faith
- Worb, Switzerland
- Lake Lugano, Switzerland
- To Bless the Space Between
- Language of Love
- The Bridge
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: The Parent Zone
- A Fire of Hope
- Eyes Without a Face
- Modern-Day School Day
- 43
- A Moment in Time
- A Hidden Truth
- Now More Than Ever, We Need the Wisdom of Sports
- A Plea for Truth
- “Shining Like The Sun”
- Gift of Silence
- The Greatest Illusion
- A Stomping Joy
- Listening to Time
- A Beautiful Closure
- Perfectly Average
- Baseball, Friendship, and Bathroom Prophecy
- Moments in Time: Worb, Switzerland
- Moments in Time: Helena, MT
- Mystery and Mirrors
- Present
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Wounds
- Confessions of a Sports Parent: Sports Balance
- 45 and the Mid-Life Brisk Walk
- A Scandalous Christmas
- Fire
- Moments in Time: London (The Tube)
- Some Random Thoughts at 44
- Hard To Be Human
- Two Choices
- Coming Out of Hibernation
- The Whispers of Nature
- Facebook, Beauty, and Good Friday
- Moments in Time: Dingle, Ireland
- Let’s Dance
- Moments in Time: Glen Coe, Scotland (Highlands)
- Age of Wisdom
- Happy New Year…Cheers to Cranberry Juice and Coffee
- Stockhorn
- The Story of Paris
- Solothurn, Switzerland
- Tissot Peak Walk, Glacier 3000
- Man vs. Nature
- The Swiss Alps from Another Time
- Not Just Another Day
- The Image
- Buildings
- Domodossola, Italy
- The Gray
- Feeling the Falls
- Love Is
- Opposites
- Sunrise Over Lake Maggiore, Italy
- Weather, Writing, and Truth
- A “Religious” Walk Home
- A Quick Day Trip to Luzern, Switzerland
- Year Two
- The Castle on the Hill
- Cold as Stone (3 Years Later)
- Change
- Yes, I Am In Your Business
- “Uniquely Me”
- The Human Balance
- Beyond Croatia’s Beauty
- Back to Reality
- A Friend to Man
- Merry Christmas
- Finding Freedom
- High School Sports Hall of Fame
- Bonnie Scotland
- Turning the Big 4-0
- Nice, France
- Wrestling with Time
- Rounding Second Base
- A New Hang Out
- Welcome to a Journey…
The winds were overwhelming but calming. The periods of rain were drenching but refreshing. The brisk air cut through your skin but awakened the very breath of your life. Standing in its midst was somehow a confrontation with truth beyond the ability to explain with my senses. Quite simply, it was one of the most mystical experiences of my life.
Glencoe is nestled in the Scottish Highlands. It is about 100 miles or so from Edinburgh. Suppose you leave from Edinburgh, as I did. In that case, you go through the lush greenery of the Scottish lowlands, passing many breathtaking lochs (lakes) and some picturesque towns. Stirling, for one, with its famous castle and the William Wallace Monument, all before entering into the dramatic change of scenery to the rugged Highlands.
Glencoe is a must-visit if you ever find yourself in the Highlands. A quick side note, for all of the James Bond fans, Glen Coe was the backdrop in Skyfall.
Glencoe also has a sad history stemming from the February 13th, 1692 massacre of the MacDonald Clan, in which 34 men, including the chief of the clan, 2 women, and 2 children, were killed. Government soldiers welcomed and stayed with the MacDonald Clan for a week, rose, and slaughtered the clan, killing some while driving other clan members down the ridges of the barren terrain.
Hearing the chilling story of the massacre, and upon reaching Glencoe, you could almost still hear the chilling sounds of the MacDonald clan, hidden in the winds.
This was part of the mystery of Glencoe. This was part of the mystical experience.
As I stood in front of the Three Sisters, the three famous mountain peaks of Glencoe, the cold, barren landscapes offered to teach me something about life. About the unknown. About mystery.
We all yearn for the moments that transcend us into a deeper meaning of life. The moments when we experience the good and beautiful in someone or something. The moments that literally make us lose track of time.
These moments, whether we consciously know it or not, drip in mystery. For there is not a formula for explaining beauty. Instead, beauty arrests us and captivates us with no words or explanation needed. There is not an equation to learn to experience the power of redemptive suffering. Nor is there a life course to take to learn to love sacrificially. All of these things are, in some ways, a mystery.
Nevertheless, in today’s post-modern world, it seems that we are losing the wonder of mystery. The very mention is met with skepticism and/or restraint, great disdain and anger, or worse still, apathy. It seems that if we can’t explain something with words or proof, it simply can’t exist.
Still, there I stood in one of the most rugged and barren landscapes I have ever seen, being offered a profound peace, silently through all of my senses. With every faint sight of a sunray, or sharp wind gust, or drenching raindrop, the landscape and weather were drawing me into a mystery—a mystery of peace that went beyond something I could fathom or manufacture on my own.
Glencoe became a microcosm of a soul.
I have always struggled with a bit of anxiety. Sometimes consciously, as my brain rarely turns off, but most of the time, it resides subconsciously, creeping in when I least expect it.
I once heard that anxiety could be felt when we realize just how finite we are as human beings. It comes during the spectrum of moments, both large and small when we face the reality of our own mortality. In other words, there is a finite time to our experiences, and we know that we don’t have any control over it, so we become anxious. As a result, lacking power in our lives can make us feel cold and barren, fearful and lonely. Thus, our souls can feel like the “Highlands” in our lives.
Having said that, standing amid the actual Highlands, feeling finite and vulnerable, lacking control, it was just then that I was struck with a transcendent peace.
Maybe, it is precisely when we feel barren or vulnerable that we are offered a life breathing power beyond ourselves. When we come face to face with the blistering reality of our finite being, we can finally look out into the beauty and mystery of being itself—the Creative Mystery of Love.
The Highlands touch everyone in different ways, I am sure. For me, The Highlands, specifically Glencoe, offered me a mystical experience that I will never forget. It showed me that there is always immense beauty and peace waiting to be found in the most barren times or experiences of my life.
Thank you for joining me in Glencoe, and until next time, blessings to you on your journey…