Proofs of God


I’m convinced that the Alps offer the most spectacularly beautiful scenery on the planet:


In the Italian Dolomites


In the Berner Oberland, near Grindelwald, Switzerland, with the Wetterhorn in the background (one of my old missionary tracting areas)


Near Interlaken, Switzerland (another of my old tracting areas)
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But the Canadian Rockies aren’t so bad, either:


Just a scene from the Northern Rockies
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Lake Louise, in Banff National Park


Spirit Island, in Jasper National Park


And, in certain moods, I’m also partial to portions of Southern Utah:


Just outside of St. George, Utah


Angel’s Landing, in Zion National Park


Sunrise over Bryce Canyon
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Any one of them will suffice, in my opinion, as a rather persuasive argument for the existence of God.



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  • Laurie

    The golf course in the desert is definitely proof of humans!

    • David_Naas

      “And thou shalt make the golf course to bloom as unto a rose.”

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  • jeffwild

    Next time in Switzerland, stop by.

    • DanielPeterson

      What general area of Switzerland are you in?

      • jeffwild

        German speaking. We live in Baar, which is in the canton of Zug. About 30 minutes from Zurich.

        • DanielPeterson

          Ah. On my mission, I spent two or three months in Oberägeri, on the Ägerisee (if I recall correctly), above Zug, and mostly worked in Zug. It was a nice place.

          Lucky you!

          • jeffwild

            Right up the hill. That is certainly a beautiful area. You should make a return trip.

  • Lucy Mcgee

    I grew up and spent the first 14 years of my life in a small high plains desert community 15 miles from the continental divide of the Wind River mountains. An important lesson I learned from some “old timers” was that the mountains can kill you.

    One of my childhood heroes was Finis Mitchell, who with his wife, after the depression, stocked most of the Wind River high mountain lakes with trout and spent years guiding hikers into the range. He climbed all but a few of the 250+ peaks in the Wind Rivers during his life. My family and I caught beautiful cutthroat and brook trout which were descendants of the fry Mitchell and his wife had laboriously packed into the Winds on horseback decades before. His most basic advice was “never take these mountains for granted, they don’t care about you”. I got that in spades after decades of hiking and camping in this most beautiful and harsh country.

    I’m of a like mind with those who take the time to find beauty in our natural world; it is one of the finer things. But for me, early on, I looked upon the rugged Wind River peaks covered in ice and snow, and realized just how fragile we humans are. One misstep up there and you’re a goner.