
Montreux, Switzerland
I would imagine most people have had a place somewhere in the world, beyond their current home, where they would have wanted to live out their lives. A special place in their mind and heart that seemed to be the definition, the perfect picture, of peace, beauty, joy, contentment and life. A place where the rat-race of daily life seemed to fade away or even become non-existent. I found such a place as this, over thirty years ago, and I would, if it were possible, move there tomorrow!
In the Summer of 1978, I was blessed to have experienced the beauty, peace and joy of Montreux, Switzerland. I had spent four, wonderful days there with my college jazz band. We had been invited to perform at the Montreux Jazz festival, as well as the jazz festival in Nice, France.
Montreux sits on the northeast shore of Lake Geneva and is surrounded by the French and Swiss Alps. Lake Geneva is a large glacial lake filled with dark-green water that seems to stretch on forever in both directions. Looking out over the lake, the French Alps rise in the clear blue sky and reflect off of the water.
There were several of us who would arise early every day, eat our continental breakfast, which usually consisted of fruit, pastry and a variety of coffee drinks, and then walk the shoreline. There is a walk way that stretches out for miles and is lined on one side by the lake and gardens on the other. Montreux is an immaculately kept city: every morning the home and store owners would be seen scrubbing their sidewalks and street gutters. I could have literally eaten out of the gutter without becoming ill. We would walk for miles along the shoreline as our senses were filled with the beautiful surroundings, the smell of freshly baked bread and flowers, and the clean alpine air.
The French Swiss were small in stature, but the men were broad at the shoulders, sturdy and strong. Everyone looked so content and healthy. They were a quiet and friendly people who always seemed to be looking out to see if we needed anything. The stores and shops were quaint, for the most part, and the food was out of this world! Our lunch and dinners, which we had to supply, usually consisted of French bread, hard salamis, cheeses, a salad and wine. Our evenings, when not performing, were spent under the influence of the best tasting, as well as most potent, beer that I have ever imbibed. The Europeans, in general, were always surprised to find that we couldn’t handle the potency of their beers and wines. They all found this to be very amusing.
One particular morning after breakfast, I decided to walk on my own. I walked for quite a while, and then I stopped to sit on a bench facing the lake. As I sat there on that beautiful, July morning, and attempted to comprehend what my senses and emotions were taking in, I found myself suddenly overwhelmed by the thought that what I was experiencing could have never come about by chance and mutation. In those few, amazing moments, I came to understand, somewhere deep inside my mind and heart, that God existed and was responsible for the beauty, joy and peace I was experiencing. It was a life changing event that I will never forget.
Oh yes, if I had the ways and the means, I would have a little villa that sits on the shore of Lake Geneva, in that most beautiful and friendly city, and every morning I would walk for miles and then sit on my bench, while sipping coffee, and ponder God and His beautiful creation that surrounds me.
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