Original Post Date: May 20, 2014
“Were not our hearts burning within us while He talked with us on the road and opened the Scriptures to us?” Luke 24:32
My question exactly as I traveled with my Summer Job Project brothers and sisters to visit the Lewis and Clark Caverns State Park. The scenery here in Bozeman, Montana has been spectacular. It has been one week since my arrival, and my heart is still taken aback by the mountains that tower over the town. My view of the snow topped mountains on my bicycle ride to work had just become familiar to me, but now we were traveling outside of Bozeman to visit the state park, which meant new scenery, new fields, and new mountains.
It was the very first time anything had ever taken my breath away. Behind a large field of lush, green grass and under fluffy clumps of clouds stood a seemingly endless stretch of mountains. They carried a strength that I had never seen before, and in that moment I realized that the only hands big enough to sculpt them were the same hands that are sovereign and protective over my life. The only voice strong enough to speak these unwavering mountains into existence is the same voice that comforts me when peace seems troublingly distant. Jesus opened my eyes just as quickly as He opened the eyes of the two disciples on the road to Emmaus. I was overcome by reverence and the realization that I was created to wonder and find adventure in the works of His hands.
After our two hour tour of the caverns, the group headed to a nearby mountain trail. It was roughly two miles, all incline, and my first hike up a mountain. It didn’t take me long into the hike to understand what the Lord wanted to explain to me. Life is full of mountains that we are called to trail on. The way up is rocky; you are likely to stumble. There are many who go before you; keep your eyes on them. There are many who trail behind you; prepare the way for them. The incline is painful, and you may have to stop to catch your breath; use that moment to look over the trail and observe how far you’ve travelled thus far, then keep going. The temptation to give in seems plausible, but not when it is compared to arriving at the top of the mountain…because at the top of the mountain there is a peace that captivates, a victory that prevails, and a battle that has been won. I was looking at my life through the eyes of the Lord. He helped me understand. He met me where I was and explained the answers to the questions of my heart.
Returning to the bottom of the mountain was much easier, which is also applicable to life: the journey must get harder before it gets easier. Despite my newfound knowledge of how painful it was to hike the trail, I was ready to climb more mountains, because the more mountains I climb, the stronger I will become for the future mountains I am called to face.
Christ as my anchor