The Mountain

There is a four-word phrase for days like this in Western Washington: The mountain is out. At 14,000+ feet, Mount Rainier dominates the landscape - when it can be seen. Of course around here, there are plenty of days when the mountain can’t be seen. Clouds, overcast, or rain often hide it. But its visibility - or lack thereof - doesn’t seem to bother the mountain. Whether I can see it or not, it is there.

I was reminded of both its impressive beauty and its constancy listening to an old Dottie Rambo song that asks the question,
Where do I go when the storms of life are threatening? The faith-affirming answer in the title of the song says I go to the rock of my salvation, I go to the stone that the builders rejected; I run to the mountain, and the mountain stands by me. When the earth all around me is sinking sand, on Christ the solid Rock I stand....

When it’s stormy around here (which it isn’t today), the mountain may seem to go into hiding, but it is there whether I see it or not. And if I get close enough, I’ll see it. The mountain is out, and I’m going to the Rock.

I Go the the Rock
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