We were all in the mountains again yesterday. All spread along a cold, boulder-strewn stream, each on a rocky patch watching the youngsters play. Several times I would go in. It was cold and swift and I could only occupy a small section, a little sliver of a few feet. I was snorkeling, holding onto the rocks on the bottom looking at fish and the beautiful stream bed. I would make myself as ‘watero-dynamic’ as possible, keeping myself parallel to the rushing water to keep from being swept away. It occurs to me that even in this mildly wild wilderness it could really hurt me if I were to let go and it would sweep me away. Such bounding beauty—so dangerous. The Fall is going to take us all, we are eternal and are in the battle for our lives and even exquisite beauty can kill us. Jesus said, “in this world, you will have troubles!” A beautiful mountain stream can sweep me away to my demise but—Jesus finished that truth with this, “take courage, I have overcome the world.” I returned to my snorkeling and rededicated myself to my God because, in the beginning after the end, He also promised to “make all things new” which means mountain streams that won't hurt me and me that can’t be hurt.
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