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A mountain, as a metaphor for human striving. |
The Mountain Like lemmings into the sea or salmon to their spawning ground knowing our ultimate end and not caring, in quest of the destiny for which we were placed here by a God whom some know and many do not. Drawn to the top of this mountain called “Life”, each of us by his own route, his own determination, or lack of it his own strength, or weakness his own sense of direction, purpose, goal – Yet none of these really his own, but predestinated by God before time was. Each route up is its own – for some, a gentle path, upon which a previous traveler has toiled to remove the obstacles (‘tho there will be some); For some, scrabble, so that every foot gained upward is countered by a slide toward what’s below; or a sheer face, with hand holds few and tenuous; or a rough way, full of obstacles and dangers, but a way nonetheless. We will all reach the end of our climb either at the pinnacle, plucked by the God of the mountain, to eternal rest with Him, or at the base, fallen there finally where neither life nor God abide. And neither destination from our own efforts, but from the One who started us on the journey. |