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| the left "mitten" |
Our guide, Gary, pointed to the rock wall and asked if we could see Jesus' face. We had been studying the formations in Monument Valley for the last two hours--imagining the nun teaching two pupils, seeing the elephant kneeling in a butte, finding the rock shaped exactly like a thumb, and being impressed by the giant's mittens, one for the left hand and one for the right--so it wasn't difficult to envision Jesus among the rock layers. Sure, there He was. Right in front of us.
But, no sooner did we spot Him than He disappeared. With a rumble and a cloud of dust, Jesus was gone. In the space of twenty seconds. Just like....that.
There's no need to worry though.
In this valley considered sacred by the Navajo, even though His likeness may have disappeared, Jesus lives just as surely as God, Buddha, Allah, and Yahweh.
