Sunday Sermon

“When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.”

 

 

 

 

–John Muir

Sunday Sermon

“When we dwell with mountains, see them face to face, everyday, they seem as creatures with a sort of life—friends subject to moods, now talking, now taciturn, with whom we converse as man to man. They wear many spiritual robes, at times an aureole, something like the glory of the old painters put around the heads of saints.”

 

 

 

 

–John Muir

Sunday Sermon

“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”

 

 

 

 

 

–John Muir

Sunday Sermon

“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.”

John Muir

 

 

 

 

 

 

–John Muir

Sunday Sermon

“Fear not to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.”

John Muir

 

 

 

-John Muir