“Get thee up into the high mountain.” — Isaiah 40:9

Our knowledge of Christ is somewhat like climbing one of our Welsh mountains. When you are at the base you see but little: the mountain itself appears to be but one-half as high as it really is. Confined in a little valley, you discover scarcely anything but the rippling brooks as they descend into the stream at the foot of the mountain. Climb the first rising knoll, and the valley lengthens and widens beneath your feet. Go higher, and you see the country for four or five miles round, and you are delighted with the widening prospect. Mount still, and the scene enlarges; till at last, when you are on the summit, and look east, west, north, and south, you see…

almost all England lying before you. Yonder is a forest in some distantcounty, perhaps two hundred miles away, and here the sea, and there ashining river and the smoking chimneys of a manufacturing town, or themasts of the ships in a busy port. All these things please and delight you,and you say, “I could not have imagined that so much could be seen at thiselevation.” Now, the Christian life is of the same order. When we firstbelieve in Christ we see but little of Him. The higher we climb the more wediscover of His beauties. But who has ever gained the summit? Who hasknown all the heights and depths of the love of Christ which passesknowledge? Paul, when grown old, sitting grey-haired, shivering in adungeon in Rome, could say with greater emphasis than we can, “I knowwhom I have believed,” for each experience had been like the climbing of ahill, each trial had been like ascending another summit, and his deathseemed like gaining the top of the mountain, from which he could see thewhole of the faithfulness and the love of Him to whom he had committedhis soul. Get thee up, dear friend, into the high mountain.

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