The mountain of life encompasses all things and all people, personally and globally. It is a busy place, and it has existed throughout human history. Some people never attempt to climb it, and glimpse it only through their peripheral vision. Some people climb it partially, and then stop either at a grassy meadow or when confronted with a wild boar. Some climb it to the top. What do they see there? Do they continue to look upward? Is the next step onto a cloud? Does the door of Heaven open?
There was a time when I could not accept all the flora and fauna of the mountain. I did not see the grassy meadow as illusory happiness or the wild boar as an opportunity for victory. I often slid down on loose rocks, and it dazed me. But, that uneven terrain prompted me to cling to the firm plants and to find the solid though narrow pathway toward my journey’s end. As I rest for a moment by a pond, there are fish swimming in it and butterflies dancing around it. I see a corn field and an apple orchard higher up. The air does not get thinner as I climb higher, and the landscape is not bleak and barren, but fruitfulness abounds.
Yet, I must climb farther. Pray for me, if you are a friend or fellow wayfarer. For, many are called but few are chosen. Pray for me, because it is a long fall down to the bottom again. Forgive me, if you can. If you cannot, then take my candlesticks to light your way and to testify of God’s grace. Let us all go onward and upward. Let us repent and ascend each day that we awake and thank God for the mountain until….until….