Musings,  Writings

Living Mountains

There is no joy as great as Jesus. Imagine mountains, such as C.S. Lewis described in the beginning of The Silver Chair; fair and living even upon the tallest peaks and slopes. The air is clear, the river sparkling and alive; higher than the tallest, snow-capped peaks of earth. We are silenced in awe at Everest – it is a little thing, a foothill to these mountains of sun and air and grandeur. All the joys we taste and see – all the thrills and best moments of life, all the hues of pleasure and peace only hint at the border-breaking, matchless mountain of the God who loves us.

Photo by Thomas Despeyroux on Unsplash