A Testimony by Scott Stocking (my views are my own).
Last week, I had the opportunity to see some of Nebraska’s unique monuments and historical sites. I have already written about my experience at Fort Robinson last weekend and how impactful that was to my spiritual well-being. The Sunday after that, I decided I would get a couple places in my National Parks Passport book checked off, essentially since they were relatively close by and no more than a reasonable detour for my trip home.
From Fort Robinson, I headed west on US 20 to Harrison, Nebraska, and from there, I took Nebraska State Highway 29 south toward Mitchell, Nebraska. (I don’t think there’s any hidden meaning in the fact that I had begun my trip west on State Highway 92.) The sign I saw when leaving Harrison said, “No services next 56 miles.” That should let you know just how remote that part of Nebraska is. I saw more tumbleweeds blow across the highway between Harrison and the outskirts of Mitchell than I did residences!
I did find some relief, however, at the Agate Fossil Beds National Monument about halfway between Harrison and Mitchell. The visitor center is about three miles off the highway and was modern and welcoming. I watched a 12-minute movie about the ancient history of the site revealed by the fossil finds, as well as the more recent history of the Native Americans who dwelt in the region. If I had had more time, I would have loved to venture off to one of the dig sites, with the fossil display and the James Cook Gallery (James Cook is the rancher who discovered the fossils).
My next stop was Scotts Bluff National Monument. This is an impressive geological feature along the historic Oregon Trail that served as milestone for travelers along that trail. I had not known that you could drive to the top of the bluff, so I took advantage of that opportunity as well (you can see about 80 miles from the top barring any terrain obstructions). At the top is the placard to Hiram Scott (links to NPS history), who had been abandoned by his employer and died in the vicinity around 1828. The details of his demise are uncertain as we have a few post-mortem accounts of his death up to six years later from various sources that do not agree on every detail. He doesn’t appear to have done anything remarkable or noteworthy other than having been a fur trader, yet his legend was significant enough to ascribe his name to the area, which later became a national monument. In fact, it occurred to me that the sheer face of the bluff is shaped like a giant tombstone.
My final stop at a national monument site on the way home was Chimney Rock National Historic Site (U.S. National Park Service). This has long been an iconic symbol of Nebraska, having the privilege of being the image on the obverse side of the State’s quarter dollar coin. The first thought of most, I think, is that it is the inert remnant of a volcano, given the “chimney” is made of different stuff than the rock it rises from.
According to the NPS Web page, Chimney Rock is the most-referenced geographical feature in pioneer diaries. One quote about it compares it to an ancient pyramid. I bought a T-shirt there that suggests maybe there’s a flying saucer hidden under the structure and the spire is its antenna! I think it would have been a much better site for filming Close Encounters of the Third Kind! While I’m waxing fancifully about conspiracy theories, I might as well speculate that maybe Sasquatch has a secret hideout there as well!
None of these fanciful theories detract from the beauty and majesty of single cone surviving in that region amongst all the giant bluffs and buttes one sees to the west of that location along the historic pioneer trails. For those early pioneers, it was a sign that they were on the right track and had some hope of making it to points further west.
Monumental Lessons
I suppose one could make any number of subjective spiritual connections to these monument sites depending on their life experiences. Many years ago, I wrote about my own “exodus” from Egypt that was Illinois, governed primarily by corrupt Chicago-machine politics with an unemployment rate twice that of Nebraska. If ever there was an argument for a governor of a State to be elected by an electoral college (and Chicago only gets one elector!!) instead of the popular vote, it would be Illinois. In that article (A Tale of Two Photos | Sunday Morning Greek Blog), I wrote about the fiery red sky I’d taken a picture of, with the clouds moving west (usually they would move east).
After the fact, I interpreted that as God calling me back to Nebraska (a Big Red cloud bank moving west, get it?). It was around that time I started hearing the Nebraska fight song in my ears, and it was NOT the ring tone on my flip phone. When I remarried in 2014, my wife and I made annual trips to her family’s cabin in Poudre Canyon. We would fly along I-80 at 75+ mph toward Cheyenne, but I always wished that we’d had a little more time to take the long way around to see Chimney Rock and Scotts Bluff, places I hadn’t seen since my childhood.
Seeing Chimney Rock especially reaffirms the decision I made 15 years ago to follow that “Big Red” cloud west back to Omaha, where I grew up. But I also knew I needed to eventually get to Chimney Rock, that signature geographic wonder in my home State, to have a fuller experience of what it means to be a proud son of Nebraska.
Although Scotts Bluff is named after someone who was just doing his job as a fur trader and had the misfortune to die in the valley near the bluff (the monument to him is on top of the bluff, but the legend says he died somewhere along the North Platte River), I think I can find a more suitable spiritual lesson for myself. The sheer face of the bluff is probably not suitable for rock climbing, that doesn’t mean you can’t get to the top. If I’d had the time and a way to protect myself from rattlesnakes, I might have walked the short trail up to the top. Instead, I took the easy way, a road that winds up to the top traversing through three tunnels along the way.
For me the lesson is simple, and perhaps overly simple enough to be a bit cheesy, but ascending to the top reminds me that I should never stop reaching for new heights in my spiritual journey. One thing I learned on this trip, both at Scotts Bluff and traversing Sow Belly Canyon in NW Nebraska, when you reach new heights, you have a better view of who you are in God’s creation. We humans are “fearfully and wonderfully made,” but to view the vast expanse and beauty of his creation he’s entrusted us with is indeed humbling.
I am grateful that I’m not living in a Matrix-like cocoon (or a Paradise-like underground city) where some sophisticated software engineer has created a simulation for us to live for who-knows-what purpose. It is good to touch and see and smell and feel and hear the wonders of God’s creation all around. No simulation could ever hope to capture the incredible diversity God has granted us in his creation. With views like I witnessed on my swing through western Nebraska, it’s easy to see how the psalmist could write Psalm 148 NIV | Bible Gateway.
Finally, I think I can even draw a spiritual lesson from the Agate Fossil Beds. I’m a young-earth creationist, so I don’t for a moment believe the fossils of ancient animals are 19 million years old. A global flood or a massive caldera explosion (like the one in Yellowstone that’s due!) would have buried those animals rapidly and given the appearance of great age, at least in the modern scientific paradigm.
I wish I could say all my old man behaviors have become extinct, but I know I still struggle from time to time. The good news is, God has not left me alone to deal with behaviors and attitudes that could lead to my untimely extinction. He’s given me life and hope in Jesus for a brighter future and a resurrection from the dead, one that will NOT leave my old bones in the grave, but like Jesus himself experienced, one that is a complete transition from our earthly bodies to our heavenly bodies. And unlike the Visitor Center there at Agate, I do not need a museum display to remind me of my past sins. God has separated them from me as far as the east is from the west.
Agate, Scotts Bluff, and Chimney Rock are all monuments of my faith, and my Fort Robinson trip (Sowbelly Elegy: The Majesty of God in Exegesis | Sunday Morning Greek Blog) reflects, in part, my community of fellowship at this time in my life. They remind me where I’ve come from and what I can look forward to; what I’ve lost and what I’ve gained; who I am and whose I am. I look forward to taking the trip again next year and mixing up the trip home to see more of the beauty of this great State I live in. I trust and pray that you have some special places you can go to have your own “Sabbath Rest” and reconnect with yourself and with God’s son, Jesus, the resurrected one.
Peace!
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