Do you see it Gertrude, that shining light upon the Mountain? It’s as if the hills are aflame with no smoke, but the flames are clear as day. What do you think is causing such a thing? Should we go and see? Wonder if we should leave word or just head out right away.
What is your hope of tomorrow? What is it, that light, that ideal, that understanding that compels you onward? What awaits in your heart filled with promise that it resonates louder and clearer than any objective reality offered in this temporary dimension? Why do you believe the promises of God? Was it a choice based on rational information and considered deliberation?
Why do you choose to believe? I mean when Grandma Henry told you all about Jesus, what made you want to believe it was true? Why have you sat alone, content all those hours peeling over a tome of Words as old as time itself, searching, seeking, familiarizing yourself with the God of Promise? Why would you accept on faith a Book so audacious it offers cleansing of all unrighteousness for a simple believing prayer? Why would you hold to its promised right living and transformation from your current unhappy existence? Why do you feel that eternity awaits for those who trust on a God they cannot see, cannot hear and barely know?
Well, Samuel, I will tell you like this? What else is there to believe upon deserving of my faith, than a God who loved His Creation so much He took mortal form, lived the same life as you and me and then gave His Life to pay the debt of sin for “all” men? And yes, I will go up that mountain with you, in hopes of taking my shoes off and being on that Holy Ground that God might speak, use us or even if we just get to stop and pray. Why? Well you will have to discover that answer for yourself, because the belief and faith in God to me is the most rational, easiest, most sustainable thing in this mist of a life. It is a thing for each of us to decide, struggle through and come to an agreement or discord upon. Right now let’s get moving because we’ve many miles to go if we are going to make it there and back by morning.
As we turned toward the light I scratched my head and wondered. How could I have been so convinced by Love, that this story of God’s Plan for Creation set so firmly in my mind was nearly impossible to deny or discount? I walked quietly, listening to the scratch of my feet on the rocky ground, and found myself smiling. Then laughter filled my heart as I realized the flame lived in my own heart, that God had already invited me to the Holy Ground of Grace. In Jesus’ Mighty Name.
awrkhakhaya 
This is one of the most beautiful, meaningful things that you’ve written. I am overwhelmed. You put my exact thoughts into words…”The belief and faith in God to me is the most rational, easiest, most sustainable thing in this mist of a life.” His Love was always there. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know that God was with me and in everything around me. Even as a little girl sitting in my favorite oak tree and running through grassy fields, I knew that I was in His Creation. Somehow I knew, that God gave me something that just “was”. I praise Him and have such gratitude for those memories and everything in my life. I thank you as well, for your beautiful words Caleb. In Jesus Holy Name, Amen 🙏🏼
I made a mistake I will not make again, reading someone else’s reply. My experience is so different, it almost makes me want to flee without comment. There were no uncles, or aunts in my life, no idyllic childhood, just culling through things to lessen the load to move to the next duty station. There was never a Church, or Sunday School, or a Bible, or Jesus, or the Word, or anything. That which was worshiped in my home was The U. S. Army. There was so much time in my life He wasn’t there that I still struggle to believe that He believes that I believe. My hope of tomorrow? I suppose it is that I doubt my faith a little bit less than today.