"The poet reminds us that 'only God can make a tree.' On a recent hiking excursion to Hope Valley in the Sierra Mountains, I was struck once again by the glory of aspen trees, which bear such graceful witness to His great love. During autumn in the mountains, stands of aspen shimmer in the breeze like liquid gold. I say "liquid" because the delicate leaves rustle and flicker as they dance with the wind just as water does.
"A wise minister of my acquaintance coined the word gracelets for the small blessings God bestows upon us. When I enjoy the golden dance of the aspen leaves, I know just what he meant.
"A grove of aspens high in the mountains would be an idyllic place for worship. I have imagined just such a church in The Aspen Chapel. Built of weathered stone and whitewashed planks, it has offered sanctuary for many seasons.
"Ancient stone fences, made from rocks that line the streambed, keep the grazing cattle safe. Bunnies and chipmunks play among the sheltering trees, reminding us that The Aspen Chapel presides over a peaceable kingdom hidden away amongst the golden forests.
"I offer you the fond hope that in the enjoyment of The Aspen Chapel we can share in the joy of one of God's myriad of gracelets."
-- Thomas Kinkade