Preface
This series of entries comes from various thoughts, struggles, and questions I’ve had on my walk with God. Most times, these entries have been a solemn monologue I’ve had in times of quiet or in places of weakness. Other times these entries were God’s way of dialogue with me. As I brought my questions before Him, He showed me the truth that I was seeking. Of course, there were times that what I thought was true turned out to be vastly different from what He calls truth. With Him being Truth itself, I have chosen to put my untrue flesh to death in hope that it will be revived in that real Truth. For the sake of making this more readable, I’ve decided to break one large entry into a series of smaller entries. Hopefully, these entries will bring to light the questions you have kept in the dark and open new avenues of conversation between you and The Father.
God of The Mountain
If I trace back the signpost moments in my life that have shaped my understanding of You, a pivotal shift occurred when I realized there are many gods in this world.
My upbringing in the church taught me to dismiss these other gods as mere fabrications of a bygone era—figments created to explain the unexplainable. But isn’t that what I had made You? These gods, I believed, had long lost their power, rendered irrelevant by modern understanding.
I see now how wrong I was.
This realization didn’t come quickly. It took time, reflection, and a great deal of seeking. And when I consider Your Word, I’m not sure how I ever thought there were no other gods. Your scriptures speak of them plainly, intertwining their existence with the very foundations of humanity’s story.
Even the original commandments acknowledge their presence. “You shall have no other gods before me.” This isn’t a denial of their existence but a directive—a choice placed before us.
The Allure of Other Gods
Because of Your mercy, You gave us free will. We are free to serve these gods if we choose, and sometimes they will even bless us, offering fleeting happiness and shallow satisfaction.
But they cannot bless like You.
Only You, the embodiment of goodness, can give gifts that are truly good. These gods sit high on their mountains, towering and indifferent, inviting many to become disciples at their peaks. Yet their invitations often lead to disillusionment rather than fulfillment.
But You—You are different. You came down from the mountain.
The God Who Comes Close
You bridged the chasm between the divine and the human, walking with Your disciples through the valleys of their struggles. You speak to us, sharing wisdom and guidance, offering solace and companionship. And even when You are silent, You are never hidden.
Your presence is in the rustle of leaves, the murmur of the wind, and the sunlight breaking through the clouds. You are the ever-present Good Shepherd, guiding with love and compassion.
Though Your mountain is infinitely high, its paths rocky and its turns unexpected, You walk beside us. You are constant, surrounding us with a love that shelters us even in despair.
The Journey
We’ll spend our entire lives climbing Your mountain, knowing full well we won’t reach the summit in this life. But the journey itself is the purpose.
Our hope lies in getting closer to You, step by arduous step, with faith as our guiding light. A life well-lived is one that fought for every inch closer to You, arriving at life’s end with the scars of the climb as evidence of the pursuit.
These scars mirror Yours—the wounds You bore in descending to meet us. By Your scars, we are given salvation. By ours, we cry out for communion with You once again.
The Eternal Voyage
Like ships navigating an endless sea, You carry us, lifting the burdens that weigh us down. With gentleness and grace, You steer us toward calm waters when the storms threaten to overwhelm, and toward storms when the calm no longer serves us.
The journey is hard, and we don’t expect to make it out alive. But the life we find after losing this one will show us what it means to truly live.
This vapor we call life is but the adjustment of our eyes as we wake. The day hasn’t started yet—we’re just waking up.
Mountain/Valley 
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