The
line of cars looked like a convoy as we traveled around the mountain with car
loads of junior high kids. We were on our way to Laurel Springs, NC where the
eastern continental divide snakes around the camp and conference center, not
once, but twice. We arrived at dusk and unpacked the cars. We ate on log tables
and then sat around telling faith stories by the fire until it was time to go
to bed. The morning sun shone through the curtains and nudged us all out of
bed. After breakfast we dressed for the hike. We huffed and puffed until we
reached the Eastern Overlook.
The
mountains were our cathedrals. We stood in silence. What are men to rocks and
mountains? The bible says, “If I have faith that can move mountains, but do not
have love, I am nothings.” Psalm 121 says, “I lift up my eyes unto the hills.
From where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord who made heaven
and earth.” We learned that we climb mountains not so the world can see us, but
so that we can see the world. There are high mountains and deep valleys in our
lives. An old Chinese proverb says: If you don’t scale the mountains, you can’t
view the path.
The
mountains echoed, and we made our way back to camp.
