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My “church” these days are the backwoods. Out there in God’s wilderness… far away from everyone else. It’s where I can hear Him speak to me, alone, when there’s nothing else around me. I hear Him in the stillness. I hear His voice in the stream as it rolls over the rocks in the river. I hear Him in the wind that blows through the tree tops. I see Him in the changing colors of the seasons, from green to red, orange, and yellow. I hear him in the slow popping camp fire at nigh