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"Ascribe to the Lord, O heavenly beings, ascribe to the Lord glory and strength. Ascribe to the Lord the glory of his name; worship the Lord in holy spendor. The voice of the Lord is over the waters; the God of glory thunders, the Lord, over mighty waters. The voice of the Lord is powerful; the vocie of the Lord is full of majesty" -Psalm 29:1-4
There are many things to do in Livingstone, Zambia, and we did many. We took our van/bus hybrid through the game park, checked out some crocs and deadly snakes at the crocodile farm, and haggled our way into some Zambian swag at the open market. We all had a good time at each, but none of these compared to Victoria Falls
Every now and again we get to experience something that screams of God's glory. Familiar things for me are flawless night skies, the mountains in Montana, and the sunsets over Lake Michigan and the Pacific. Seeing Victoria Falls trumps everything I've experienced so far. There is a moment on those stone paths past the guard post and trees when the world suddenly drops away and there is the sound of thunder. This first glimpse of the falls is incredible. To the right you see the Zambezi's waters roaring past slabs of rock and falling hundreds of feet into the gorge, the distant pools visible at the bottom. On the left are cliffs, great walls like dark slate made glassy as they are bathed in water forced skyward by the sheer force of the falls. The path to the right takes you to the top of the falls. There the river turns to rapids before hurling itself over the brink. I lost a sandal while dipping my feet into the rushing waters and watched it disappear, a bit of America lost to the Falls.
The other path winds along the cliffs opposing the falls, the trees breaking at various points to offer a better view. Here along the tops of onyx-dark rock one begins to grasp—or rather lose their grasp—of how vast the falls really are. At a couple of points I left the safety of the stone path and guard rails to stand a few feet away from the edge.With no rail to hold or safety net, a bottomless void yawning in front of me, drenched by mist and rain forced up the cliff face, and hundreds of feet of thundering water filling my vision, Victoria Falls boomed out "majesty!" and "magnificence!" The sheer vastness and power of this spectacle can't be fathomed as a whole when one stands right in front of it; on can only take in parts of it at a time. There at the brink I caught a glimpse of God's glory, his incomprehensible vastness and majesty. We all left the falls in the same way, soaked through with water and awe.
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