It’s not every day that you see a snow-capped mountain in West Virginia, glowing in the rosy light of sunset!
I sorta did a double take when I got up for a break and looked out the window after working for a few hours on a design project late this afternoon. The first thing I thought was “Wow, there’s Denali, right outside my bedroom window!” It was a nice sunset too so I hopped out onto the roof and shot the last minute or two of God’s amazing color.
Perhaps the idea of “what appears to be an unwavering mountain turned transient pile of vapor” caused these thoughts so well written by William Gurnell to spring up in my mind:
“In this old age of England’s withered profession, how great a rarity is a sincere convert! When we see a tree that used to stand thick with fruit, now bring forth but little, maybe an apple on this bough, and another on that, we look upon it as a dying tree. Those golden days of the gospel are over, when converts came flying as a cloud, as the doves to the window in flocks. Now gospel news grows stale, few are taken with it. Our old store of saints, the treasure of their times, wears away apace; what will become of us, if no new ones come in their room? Alas! when our burials are more than our births — we must needs be on the losing hand. There is a sad list of holy names taken away from us; but where are those who are born to God? If the good go, and those which are left continue bad, yes, become worse and worse — we have reason to fear that God is clearing the ground, and making way for a judgment.
None sink so far into Hell as those that come nearest Heaven, because they fall from the greatest height. None will have such a sad parting from Christ as those who went half way with Him, and then left Him.”