In 1993 I had the opportunity to attend a workshop held in Estes Park, CO. Three words describe my thoughts:
ABSOLUTELY. BEAUTIFUL. COUNTRY!
The workshop was in April but I saw two things I had never seen before: snow still on the ground and Elk. I have always lived in the lower elevations so by April all snow was gone. If we did have one of those freakish snow storms, it was gone by the next day. Not there! I rode my bike while there and even though the sun was out, I saw snow. I have to admit I fell in love with Colorado.
In 1999, Jo & I took a long-awaited honeymoon. We celebrated our 26th anniversary that June and since we had never had a honeymoon, we headed west. We stayed two nights in Colorado Springs with some friends and did some sightseeing (and yes I rode my bike through the Garden of the Gods). Through the graciousness of a friend, we spent 3 days and 4 nights in Durango, about 10,000 ft. above sea level in a log home. My love affair with the mountains and Colorado was renewed. :) (Jo was not fond of it though. She came down with altitude sickness). We made our way home; I said, “Goodbye” to Colorado and have never been back.
Mountains are a beautiful part of God’s creation. I imagine those who have freaky experiences with them might beg to differ, but seeing God’s beauty and grandeur was absolutely breathtaking. That is why reading this Scripture stopped me in my tracks. (emphasis on verse 7 for now). If you read my last post, you know I just finished this book, and the same day read the passage of Scripture. The connection wasn’t hard for me to make.
We all face mountains and there is no need for me to reiterate those. Jesus once said, “If you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible with God.” I know, if you are like me, sometimes the mountains don’t move, at least not in the way or the time I want them to. So it is easy to get cynical about what Jesus is saying. But take another look at what Zechariah says: “the mountain shall become a plain.” Only someone who lives near mountains or hills (like I do and has to climb those hills on his bike) can truly appreciate the weight of that phrase. Mountains becoming plains is so vivid an imagery that it boggles my mind. Literally become a plain? No. But God can take our mountains and flatten them to make them easier to navigate. There is so much more to say but space limits me.
How about you? Facing some mountains right now? You will not be able to scale it by yourself: ” ‘Not by might, not by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the Lord.” Any thoughts you care to share?