Beloved, there are few of us who know much of the deeps of the love of God; our love is shallow; ah, how shallow! Love to God is like a great mountain. The majority of travellers view it from afar, or traverse the valley at its base; a few climb to a halting-place on one of its elevated spurs, whence they see a portion of its sublimities. Here and there an adventurous traveller climbs a minor peak, and views glacier and alp at closer range; fewest of all are those who scale the topmost pinnacle and tread the virgin snow.
I was traversing in your love for 20 years. Your love called me to a higher standard- one that was marked and sealed by your blood. This higher standard is at the top of the largest and fiercest mountain- yet you tell us that when we pursue, you’ll meet us half-way. Although my gaze was blurry and I was inexperienced to climb the heights of your love, I felt your grace and mercy push me forward like a father who throws a baseball into the socket of his kid’s glove over and over again until he finally catches the ball.
I caught my second wind.
This time, the compass of the world would not direct my path- I would not traverse from the valleys, but start using my strength and energy to tread His unforeseen kiss. HIS LOVE FOR ME IS REAL! There is more glory higher up the mountain- more breathtaking awe and mesmerizing glow- HOW CAN VIRGIN SNOW be possible? Oh, but it can be possible, for there are only the few who have anchored themselves to the peak of its creation. Most gaze from below; He transformed my perspective; Oh, the view from above is much more splendid.
Fellow believers, this is the only time we can climb before the Lord sends His ski lift to pick us up from the mountain. How many of us are weary from our attempts to reach the top? Don’t give up. May the Spirit lead the way and give us younger legs as we reach higher altitude. It’d be hard to breathe- let his glory and presence suffocate our flesh and let Him be more important than the air we breathe. STOP TRAVERSING. START CLIMBING.