Wednesday, November 13, 2013

the mountain



It is immense, ever-present, and yet quiet—sometimes stark white against the blue sky, other times dimmed by a veil of mist. Its appearance changes by the season, yet its nature remains the same. Those who seek to know it have a hard road before them: it can cost their blood, their sweat, their tears, their lives; even then, they rarely become familiar with more than its surface attributes, for its depth and complexity are too powerful and too dangerous to be truly known.

I see this mountain almost every day. Since childhood, its characteristics have reminded me constantly of the nature of my God. He too is immense, ever-present, quiet. He too seems more visible at certain times than others; He too shows up differently in the different seasons of our lives, yet is foundationally changeless—faithful. To know Him even superficially requires sacrifice. To know Him in His fullness, to see Him as He is, would destroy my frail human form.

I look at this mountain nearly every day, and I am awed—not by its own traits, but by the fact that the God I serve is even bigger, greater, and mightier. He made that mountain.

For behold, He who forms mountains and creates the wind
and declares to man what are His thoughts,
He who makes dawn into darkness
and treads on the high places of the earth,
the Lord God of hosts is His name.
Amos 4:13

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