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Topic: Mountains (09/20/04)
TITLE: The Majestic and Awful Peak
By John Hunt
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I came upon a mountain. It was no ordinary mountain. There were no rolling slopes or gentle plateaus, no peaceful valleys or babbling streams. Towering and steep, the mountain was majestic and awful. Its peak was high, its rocks jagged and sharp.
The mountain loomed over me, taunting me, oppressing me. Dark and ominous, its presence summoned storm clouds that amassed in the sky. My soul was laid bare - exposed…vulnerable. I was pierced - at first just once, then repeatedly. Over and over again I was assailed. Wounded and bleeding, I cried out to Jesus.
I didn’t see the Light arrive; it isn’t something you just foresee coming. You see, the Light has no beginning, and no end. The Light is life to those who embrace it, and a guide to those who follow it. Suddenly, the light surrounded me, soothing me, healing me. The Light was life to my flesh, and a balm to my soul.
Looking over at the mountain, I now noticed that it was small and insignificant. I wondered as I towered over it, “How did it appear so big? Why was I so frightened?” Before I had a chance to ask, the Lord gave me an answer. The mountain that I had seen was only a facade, a shadow from an infinitesimal mound. The illusion had roared at me like a lion, but the Light exposed it for what it really was.
If ye have faith, and doubt not...ye shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; it shall be done.