Majestic and Wild: True Stories of Faith and Adventure in the Great Outdoors
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Church can be a great place to learn spiritual lessons, but sometimes you just have to get up and get outside to experience the grandeur of God. In Majestic and Wild, pastor, writer, and avid outdoorsman Murray Pura weaves his real-life adventures with spiritual inspiration and life lessons, capturing the majestic and wild creation that God has set before us all. From animal encounters to wildfires to raging rapids to Daniel Boone hunts and buffalo stampedes, the stories range from dramatic and suspenseful to light-hearted and whimsical. Each story is woven with spiritual lessons not easily learned from sitting in a pew.
A great gift for wives to give to their husbands and kids to give to their dads, Majestic and Wild will entertain and inspire anyone with a sense of adventure and a love for the great outdoors.
dark and sparkling beauty. I’ve never seen anything like it since. And never been that close to a mother bear and her cubs again. I thanked God for the experience we’d had by going out into the storm to see what we could find, rather than simply staying indoors, avoiding the wind and rain. 8 The Mountain Lion and the Winchester 94 There are three things that are stately in their stride, four that move with stately bearing: a lion, mighty among beasts, who retreats before nothing. . . .
down. Of course, the RCMP were hours away, but the nurses had a plan to delay the Blacks by insisting on further examinations, procedures, and treatments. This worked for about half an hour. Coiled on the other side of the door, every muscle tensed, scarcely breathing, I strained to hear what was going on in the clinic—were voices raised in anger, was Jimmy threatening them, did someone just pick up a chair? Suddenly feet moved fast, the front door to the clinic swung open, and truck doors
somebody might not have a perpetual hibernation nest under the deck, snug against the foundation of our house. I decided to make another call to the town. With the coming of winter, the mayor and councilors had decided on a change of skunk trap policy. What incident occurred to bring this about I have no idea, but now the peace officers would set the traps and deal with the release of the black and whites. So another trap was placed by our deck and baited with tuna. At first, all was quiet. The
among lily pads that had blossomed with an unusual and rare beauty. Then they began to talk, and the talk became a roar, and the roar became the unfolding of their wings and their rise to the blue heavens, enough to block out the sun, body upon body, crying a cry as wild as the wail of the loon or the howl of the coyote or the bugling of the elk. They flew and our hearts were stung with the strong glory of a magnificent creation. What do we miss by not taking risks when God speaks to our
trained bird dogs and asked him to make her a grouse, ptarmigan, and quail hunter. He worked with her two evenings a week for a couple of months. I’d ask how she was coming along and he’d laugh in a good-natured way. “Well, we’ll see, we’ll see,” he’d say. I asked if she’d make a prime grouse dog. “She does have it in for those birds, don’t she?” was how he answered my question. “What do you mean?” I responded. “She’s smart enough, isn’t she?” “Oh, she’s plenty smart, got both Lab and coyote