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June
25
"Get
thee up into the high mountain." -- Isaiah 40:9
Our knowledge of Christ is somewhat like climbing one of our Welsh
mountains. When you are at the base you see but little: the mountain itself
appears to be but one-half as high as it really is. Confined in a little
valley, you discover scarcely anything but the rippling brooks as they descend
into the stream at the foot of the mountain. Climb the first rising knoll, and
the valley lengthens and widens beneath your feet. Go higher, and you see the
country for four or five miles round, and you are delighted with the widening
prospect. Mount still, and the scene enlarges; till at last, when you are on
the summit, and look east, west, north, and south, you see almost all England
lying before you. Yonder is a forest in some distant county, perhaps two
hundred miles away, and here the sea, and there a shining river and the smoking
chimneys of a manufacturing town, or the masts of the ships in a busy port. All
these things please and delight you, and you say, "I could not have
imagined that so much could be seen at this elevation." Now, the Christian
life is of the same order. When we first believe in Christ we see but little of
Him. The higher we climb the more we discover of His beauties. But who has ever
gained the summit? Who has known all the heights and depths of the love of
Christ which passes knowledge? Paul, when grown old, sitting grey-haired,
shivering in a dungeon in Rome, could say with greater emphasis than we can,
"I know whom I have believed," for each experience had been like the
climbing of a hill, each trial had been like ascending another summit, and his
death seemed like gaining the top of the mountain, from which he could see the
whole of the faithfulness and the love of Him to whom he had committed his
soul. Get thee up, dear friend, into the high mountain.