Get thee up into the high mountain. Isaiah 40:9. Our knowledge of Jesus is something like climbing one the mountains in New Mexico. My family once had a cabin in the Sante Fe Forrest and wilderness area not far from Terreo, New Mexico. I still love to go up there in the summer to meditate, paint, fly-fish and climb the mountains that present themselves. When you are at the base you can’t see very much. In fact you may only see very little. The mountain itself appears to be only about half as high as it really is. When you are nestled in the little valley you can scarcely see anything. You hear the roar of the water as it rushes into the stream at the foot of the mountain. That’s really good. The smell of the pines and aspen are unforgettable. As you climb the first rising hill the valley seems to lengthen and widen beneath your feet. As you ascend to new heights you see the country for four or five miles round. It encourages me to continue because I am excited with the widening prospect. As you climb higher still the scene enlarges; till at last, over time you are on the summit. You look east, west, north, and south, you can almost see all of New Mexico lying before you. Yonder is a forest in some distant county, it seems like hundreds of miles away. And beneath me I see little cabins marking the way to the village of Pecos. There is a shinning river together with dozens of smoking chimneys that accentuate the moss green roof tops of its residences. Meadows of horses roam the vast expanse between the mountain-valleys. All these things please and delight you, and you say, "I could not have imagined that so much could be seen at this elevation." Now, the Christian life is a lot like this. When we first believe in and come to Christ by faith, we really can’t see a lot of Him. The higher we climb the more we discover how wonderful, glorious and majestic he really is. But who has ever reached the summit? Who has ever known all the heights and depths of the love of Christ which surpasses any kind of human knowledge? When Paul had grown old, when he was sitting grey-haired, shivering in a dungeon in Rome, he could say with greater emphasis than we can, "I know whom I have believed." The reason he could say this is that each experience in his Christian life had been like the climbing of a hill. Each trial that he faced had been like ascending another summit. To him his death seemed like finally reaching the top of the mountain. From that perspective he could see the whole of the faithfulness, grace and the love of Him to whom he had committed his soul. In The Last Days Newsletter, Leonard Ravenhill talks about a group of tourists visiting a picturesque village while on vacation. One of the tourists walked by an old man sitting beside a fence. In a rather patronizing way, the tourist asked, "Were any great men born in this village?" The old man replied, "Nope, only babies." A superficial question brought a profound answer. There are no instant heroes and there is no quick fix in the Christian life either. Growth takes time, and to especially be able to appreciate what God has done for us from the perspective of years and time is even more blessed. Dear friend isn’t it about time you get thee up, into the high mountain? Thank you for taking the time to stop by and read my thoughts this day. If you agree or disagree your comments are always appreciated. If you wish to follow me everyday click that option. If you would like to share these thoughts with others on your friends list, please feel free to do so.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Jun 2013 20:20:26 +0000
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