You would think a 10 minute commute would not be all that interesting. What could you possibly see in just 10 minutes driving from Bowmanville to Courtice? I start in suburbia with row upon row of houses waking up to start their day. A dog is playing fetch in the park, which has a light fog hovering over it. I glance up to the horizon and see the tops of hundreds of homes and trees peeking out of the mist on the hillside beyond the park.
I turn left and I am immersed in big box stores and the construction of more. A sure sign of growth and prosperity for some, and the epitome of soulless, characterless corporate blight for others. I notice that I am now in the midst of dozens upon dozens of other cars all making their own morning commute. Most of us alone. Few of us smiling. Open fields bring more foggy mist and stunning beauty, and then there is the stark sea of nothingness and dirt as I reach the 418 highway construction area with trucks and cranes and bulldozers springing into action.
A right turn and I am alone on a quiet country road, surrounded by trees, reminded to watch out for vulnerable turtles crossing the road in season, as students joke around waiting for their bus. Suddenly, the pace feels slower. A left turn and suburbia appears again up ahead, but juxtaposed beside it is a pasture for cows. I turn into the church parking lot and take in the beautiful scene of our unique modern building nestled in among trees with a fancy digital sign and acres of lush unspoiled nature and I realize that I am utterly surrounded by diversity. The old and the new, the natural and the manufactured, the fast and the slow, the quiet and the busy, all fit together to fashion this world we live and move and have our being in. Such wondrous diversity. And if you take the time to notice, it’s all beautiful in its own way, because surely, God is in this place!