The Moment | The Mountain

“I lift my eyes toward the mountains. Where will my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth.” -Psalms‬ ‭121:1-2‬ ‭

Take my eyes off the moment to look on the mountain.

The moment?

Imposter kings with lower-case k’s, who build with dust to distract wandering eyes.

What looks like stone and peak is ash and shadow.

What looks like it reaches the clouds and eclipses the sun is eroding.

When the strong wind comes they will be scattered, a forgotten dust.

Yet others will take their place to soon get to work again, piling heaps of ash that crumble.

Many have come before them and many will come after. They think their shovel a scepter; their folly a crown; their grave a throne; their toil a dynasty.

And in the end, each one like the last, wastes away in their work of building and packing and digging. They are buried beneath the landslide, for they are fools.

Fools are unstable in all their ways, and death is the fruit of their labor.

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A moment of reflection is taken.

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The mountain?

Zion. The holy hill of the one true King. The true mountain that cannot be shaken, for its foundations were secured before time began.

Its faces aren’t cold stone, but lush garden, whose fruit satisfy the hungry. And those whose hands join the work of the first Sower do not toil like the fool.

They sow good seed.

Even those who sow in tears will reap a harvest with shouts of joy.

And they gather in their baskets goodness and mercy, carried by their side for all their days. And they give of their goodness and share of their mercy like their King, because they are promised its supply will never end.

And from this mountain flows streams of water that satisfy the thirsty, for it is living water, able to both quench and heal.

It is never stagnant and there is always enough.

It flows without cost for us because the King paid for it with His life. A fountain for all to come and drink deeply, again and again and again.

This mountain is a kingdom, and of its reign there will be no end. For its King made all things in its beginning, and all things hold together by Him. His Kingdom has come and will come on earth as in heaven, and He will dwell with us fully and forever.

The King is Jesus, God with us, and He is the one true King. He is the strong wind that will blow from His mountain once and for all, and the ash of fools will come down on them.

They will be reduced to a forgotten moment, while His mountain stands firm forever.