Mountain Top Memories
I love being created. I love knowing that God knew me before I was made, and that He knit me together in my mother’s womb. He made me a writer, He knit me together to knit words together, and I praise Him for it. I try to praise Him through it.
He gave me this desire to document, but not simply with a camera so I only capture moments. He gave me this incredible gift of words. He allowed me to capture not just the moment, but the memory. It is no small wonder that Scripture warns so continuously of words and of their power. With just a few words, you can capture the senses. You can break through barriers and read minds.
And this is why I love being part of Creation. I love knowing that I was created the way that I am for a reason, and for a purpose. I was created to love and to worship and to adore my Creator. And He knew that I could do that best through words.
He knew that I could praise Him by writing.
Last summer, I went to Ecuador for the second time. There were several mountain top moments on a trip like that, and by the grace of God, I was able to write about them. I found this little peek into my missions minded soul a few days ago. I praised Him then, and being reminded of His transcending power and faithfulness makes me praise Him all the more now.
“Tonight a small group of us went with Dan, the missionary we have partnered with to visit a tiny country church outside of Ambato. We sang, prayed, and worshiped together with a group of people who are farmers by trade. They asked us to sing, and we did. Chris Tomlin’s “How Great is Our God”. But the incredible thing? They joined in. We sang together, at the same time, in two different languages, about the greatness of the God that we share. Very few of us speak Spanish, and I am just now getting to the point where I can be used as a translator, and they don’t speak English. But even still, we could understand each other perfectly. Our words and accents sounded nothing alike. But nothing was lost in the mixing of the two tongues. Whether you work in an orchard or live in Maryland, the message was the same. Our God is great, and we gathered together to praise Him. He is love. He is good. And THAT is why I am here.”
And that is why I am going back.
I do not know how many times I have looked at my roommates and said “I just wanna love Jesus! And I want everyone else to love him too. That’s it. That is all I want.”
“If you love me, keep my commands.” John 14:15, a command from Christ.
I cannot love him if I do not keep his commandments. And this lifestyle, this lifestyle of going, is what He has commanded.
- But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes on you; and you will be my witnesses in Jerusalem, and in all Judea and Samaria, and to the ends of the earth.” Acts 1:8
- “Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28:19-20
- “And he said to them, “Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.” Mark 16:15
- “For “everyone who calls on the name of the Lord will be saved.” How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching? And how are they to preach unless they are sent? As it is written, “How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the good news!”” Romans 10:13-15
- “For so the Lord has commanded us, saying, “I have made you a light for the Gentiles, that you may bring salvation to the ends of the earth.”” Acts 13:47
- “Declare his glory among the nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples!” 1 Chronicles 16:24
- “And that repentance and forgiveness of sins should be proclaimed in his name to all nations, beginning from Jerusalem.” Luke 24:47
If I want to love Jesus, then I need to do what he commanded. I need to go. And I am grateful for these mountain top memories to remind me.
Painted on the outside of that cinderblock and plywood church was something that I swear I will never forget.
Shouldn’t my purpose be that clear? The pastor of this church works a day job as a taxi driver, and the congregation is made up of orchard workers and farmers. But even still, they made known their purpose in life. Writing about being on the Mountain Top isn’t enough. Writing about living a life of praise and of love and of going isn’t enough.
I need to live it.