Mountains and Faith

I’ve visited the mountains a few times over the course of this summer, and I’ve stood awestruck at their splendor again and again --the majesty of sheer rock and greenery, the beauty of world meeting sky.

I’ve flown on airplanes too this summer, and I’ve listened to worship music, read scripture—and in these times, I’ve found the mountains to be described only as small compared to the glory of the Lord:

“The mountains melt like wax before you…” (Ps. 97:5 & Rain/Reign by Hillsong)

“Though the mountains may crumble you will not…” (Is. 54:10 & More Than Anything by All Sons and Daughters)

“Faith the size of a mustard seed can move mountains…” (paraphrase, Matt 17:20)

I can’t wrap my mind around this, the contrast, the magnificent made tiny and small by comparison.

This parallel strengthens my faith, offers a respite on shaky days. How incredible that what I consider glorious pales next to the Lord. Maybe God really is bigger and better than I can imagine, maybe it’s all true—that there is a plan better than we know and a hope stronger than death. Maybe truth matters infinitely and shouting this story matters too.

I bet if the mountains could speak, knowing they are small, they would shout praises to God. I think since I can speak, knowing I am small but loved, I WILL shout praises to God above.

hallelujah, hallelujah! the Lord reigns today and forever.

Originally written July 2017

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