Monday, September 10, 2007


A border is where a beginning and an ending meet. There are a number of borders in this photo. Night meets the last light of day. Clear sky meets the clouds of a passing storm. The last reaches of land meet the expanse of Lake Michigan at South Haven. Water touches sky.

Life is a series of border crossings. Peace to conflict. Comfort to need. Happiness to sorrow. And back again. You don't need a passport. You just need to be. The borders show up on their own, ready to be crossed, sometimes at breakneck speed. Some borders are crossed easily. Other border crossings exact a heavy toll.

It's when you quit walking that all hope is lost.

I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength. Philippians 4:12-13

Click on picture to enlarge. Photograph © 2007 James Jordan.


Wanda said...

Just got back into town. Have missed you. This photo and your wonderful comentary are so true. I really like your quote " It's when you quit walking that all hope is lost." What a good word for all of us.

sir jorge said...

i love that shot