Recently I have been reading a bit about mountaineering. I used to climb mountains at one time, nothing major, just the White Mountains in New Hampshire. Unfortunately after a recent injury mountain climbing is not something I can really do again. I do however retain a deep love for the power and beauty of mountains. There is something truly mystical about a mountain. A lot of great peaks of the world, like Everest, are actually worshiped as gods by the local cultures. And it is no wonder: a mountain is something that is magnificent, foreboding and terrifyingly alluring. We are nothing, so puny, in comparison to these gigantic structures of rock, ice and snow. Like the ocean, mountains seem to possess their own power; they are approached at great peril, and are constantly reminding us of our own weakness and dependence upon the benevolence of nature or God. When we see the top of a mountain slightly hidden in a swirl of clouds or mist, it is hard not to think of divine things. The austere, grand beauty of such creations can truly touch the soul, and bring us a greater harmony not only with nature, but with God.
Yeah, mountains rock. The photos above are from a most stunning range of mountains, the Patagonia in South America. I never seen it in person, but after seeing this photo, I would most certainly love to! It is truly magnificent, a wonder of God’s good and grand creation.