I love the metroparks in Cleveland because it has been a haven for me last eight years. I have been almost every part of the metropark system by biking and running. Running in the Towpath along the Cuyahoga River and biking in the Rocky River along the Emerald necklace are my high moments as well as downtime to sweat, slow down, and reflect. In critical moments in my life, I had been in the metroparks to be by myself not only to work out but also to listen to my heart, the beating heart that was a significant sign of my existence and God.
From the metroparks, I am going to take a tree that is to provide the suffering restful shade, a flower to give the afflicted hope, a corner to show the trapped new direction, a squirrel to teach the distracted what life is all about, and a wind to let the doubtful be as they are, and a river to show all how it runs through it. When I am in nature, I come to the fullness of life that surrounds, sustains, and makes me who I am—God’s wonderful creature.
The metroparks is the twelfth Christ.