Loon: A Beautiful Calling

 The wall facing the lake was all windows–turn the crank at the bottom and lower casings would crack open breezes and wave rumbles to tumble into the knotty pine. Some days, a piece of cross stitch at the table and breaks to watch the water, see the freighter move slowly along the horizon, watch the “hummies” and gulls dip and dive, and listen to my own personal “wave radio”, was all that was accomplished. “Loon!” someone might call.  “Nope only a merganser.” (I always felt a bit sorry for the duck getting lost in comparison). However, on occasion it was not a false alarm. Indeed, the loon was making a peaceful passing along the shore. The call gave him away. I hope you’ve had a chance to hear a loon  call. There is something misplaced, haunting, and somewhat human in the warbled vibrato. Simply nothing like it. It is a sound once heard, distinctly remembered and known if you should hear it again–a beautiful calling. “There is one body, and one Spirit, just as you were called to one hope when you were called…one God and Father  of all, who is over all and through all and all.” –Ephesians 4:4-6