The water gives of itself, gives life as it travels farther and farther into the valley and away from the Mountaintops. The raging river loses of its volume as it travels such distances, being reduced to a small stream. Rushing forward to its immanent death, I am struck by the joy that is present in the fulfilling of the purpose for which it was created. Joy is found in the midst of suffering, “Sweetest urge and sweetest pain,” because of the assurance of hope for future glory, “to go low and rise again.”
The Mountaintops are pretty comfortable, but we were not created to live out our lives separate from the world. We have meaning and purpose. We were intended to travel low and give freely of ourselves, our love, as we reach those in need. As western Christians who suffer very little, we tend to think that this journey of the Christian faith is one of self-glorification. It is intended for me to arrive at glory through obtaining perfection and then pitch my tent there for the rest of my days. We are wrong; we were never intended to camp on the mountaintops. We have been called to go into all the nations and share the Good News. We were not saved from this life that is often painful, but for a purpose; that we can share this message of a great Love.
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