Go, Tell It On The Mountain,
Over the hills and everywhere;
Go, Tell It On The Mountain
That Jesus Christ is born.
This was my favorite song from the Christmas season this year. I’ve heard it before, but it never stuck with me the way it has now. As we entered the New Year, I’ve been thinking about what it really means to go and tell of Jesus on the mountain of my life. What do others see in me that tells of Him? How am I living my life as His witness and servant? I spent the season considering these questions; putting my life before the Lord in prayerful review.
The verse that particularly stuck with me was, “He made me a watchman, Upon the city wall, And if I am a Christian, I am the least of all”. There is humility in those words, with perhaps a hint of discouragement. It is sobering, yet comforting, to come to the realization of our weaknesses and see ourselves as we really are before Him. There is freedom past the puffed up views we have of ourselves. But there is also some danger of walking too close to the edge of a cliff of despair. This sense of “least of all” can drag us down into lesser, constricted places that stifle our advancement on the command to, “Go and tell”. It is a careful balance to be on the mountain and not underneath it; free from sin that so easily entangles, and able to move forward.
This led me to start thinking about the construction of Mount Rushmore. The work began with a plan to sculpt each president down to his waist, but ended with just their heads. Time and money would not permit more. The work required a few hundred workers: miners, sculptors, and rock climbers. They used jackhammers, chisels, and dynamite to shape the rock, while supported by harnesses attached to ropes on a stairway constructed all the way to the top of the mountain. After more than a decade, all four presidents were completed, dedicated, and open for public viewing. However, the work was never done the way it was first envisioned. There were unforeseen vulnerabilities in the granite that caused rework. The sculptor died unexpectedly before his vision was fully realized. Mt. Rushmore was deemed complete, and all work was shutdown, though it was not done.
I am thanking God this year for His patient, precise work in my life. Although incomplete, I thank Him that He is shaping me according to His vision – a vision that will be fully realized in His timing. “I always pray with joy…being confident of this, that He who began a good work in you will carry it out to completion until the day of Christ Jesus” (Philippians 1:6). I need not fret about time or effort; only trust all of me in His capable hands. “Do you not know, have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and His understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary, and increases the power of the weak” (Isaiah 40:28, 29). This year, I ask only for the careful support of His harness, that holds me securely and enables me to reach the heights. I pray for skill and agility to navigate my mountain morass. In His strength, I will go and tell that Jesus Christ has been born – in me.
If we keep quiet, even the stones will cry out. “Let the mountains sing together for joy” – Psalm 98:8. Let this be the year of forward movement – to the top, in and for Jesus Christ.