Weekly Thought – July 11, 2023
Fred and Mary Alice loved Colorado – winter and summer. Many of their Dallas friends had homes throughout the mountains. One couple built a private getaway high up in Allens’ Park. Fred, as always, dictated observations which Margie Keith faithfully transcribed.
High On The Mountain
Don and Charlotte’s new house is remote and built for them, not for show. Too many people think getting away will give them the peace they desire. But as their house shows, it is a perfect place to live and work if you bring your peace with you.
Upon arriving they took us on a tour of the property, especially the trail to the gazebo they have built on a lookout point. The seats allow you to comfortably enjoy the 300 degree view ( I had to take away 60 degrees for a slight blockage). Don pointed out an observation platform at the edge of his property at 9,000 feet. He proudly pointed out the steps and path which went across the crevasse. As we walked back to the house he mentioned the stakes which were added to outline a path. Instead of driving to the base of the big rock, a walk was possible.
Early the next morning even before my flat-lander lungs had adjusted to the altitude I headed to the path marked with stakes. I was going to conquer the Big Rock! After getting lost three times and realizing that the one who drives the stakes and the one who tries to follow them for the first time have an entirely different orientation. That Biblical principle “This is the way – walk ye in it!” had much appeal for me right then.
Finally, I reached the Big Rock, took the steps across the crevasse and stepped onto the platform. The most magnificent mountain panoramas opened up before me. The experience was well worth it. THIS was my Mt. Everest. I no sooner congratulated myself than I noticed another rock about 500 feet above me. Up there no one could look down on me. But no matter how much I wanted to climb that rock I knew I was as high as I ought to be, needed to be, or expected to be. I was going to enjoy what I had accomplished and not be plagued by the fact that there was a rock up there higher than I was.
Standing and looking over the view I remembered the two prayers of fellow Texan (who scaled the real Mt. Everest): “Thank you, Lord, for getting me up here; Now, help me get back down.”
This week carefully consider: 1) What is my Mt. Everest? 2) When do I experience the majesty of God? 3) How do I know when to stop climbing?
Words of Wisdom: “But no matter how much I wanted to climb that rock I knew I was as high as I ought to be, needed to be, or expected to be.”
Wisdom from the Word: “You created the mountains by your power, and demonstrated your strength.” (Psalm 65:6 NET Bible)