Jesus
took with him Peter, John, and James, and went up the mountain to pray.
Luke
9:28
And
Jesus said to them, “Come away by yourselves to a secluded place and rest a
while.” (For there were many people coming and going, and they did not even
have time to eat.)
Mark
6:31
I
am coming, Lord,
Climbing
up the mountain;
You’ve
bid me to come away
And
be with You there.
High
above, where the air is clear
I’m
surrounded by natural beauty;
And
on that mount
There
is peace.
I
am coming, Lord,
Seeking
Your glorious presence;
You
alone
Have
words of eternal life.
Promising
my soul
Will
find its rest;
I
unload my heavy burdens,
For
Yours is light.
I
remember, Lord,
The
mount where You died;
Bringing
glory to the Father
In
Your passion.
Your
precious blood
Gave
me everlasting life;
The
darkness lifted,
As
You rose in triumph.
I
am here, Lord,
Beholding
Your shining splendor;
Reigning
from Your throne,
Ablaze
with flames of fire.
Your
kingdom come,
Your
will be done on earth.
Praise
You, for bringing me
Into
Your kingdom of Light.
Show
me Your glory, I pray!
The
glory of the only begotten Son;
Let
me behold Your glorious face
Shining
like the sun in all its brilliance.
C.
TAYLOR
The
part which mountains play in the life of our Lord is interesting. The great
sermon, the manifesto of the King, was delivered on a mount. On a mount He
apparently often went to teach and to preach. We learn that on one occasion
when He came nigh to the Sea of Galilee He went up into a mountain and sat down
there and great multitudes came to Him. It is a no less significant fact that
before choosing the Twelve He did the like. When He sought to escape from the
unwise enthusiasm of the crowd after the miracle of the loaves the mountain was
His refuge. Most of all He sought the solitude of the lonely hills for prayer.
The mountains afforded Him His favorite oratory, where He spent whole nights in
prayer. The impression which these statements make on us is that He was often
up the mountain, lingering in its lonely recesses, and finding amid their
grandeur and majesty that sympathy which He could not get in the busy haunts of
men.
Nowhere
else do we get more completely away from the world and its influence than on a
mountain. The literal fact that we are then above the world is deeply
significant of the spiritual. The mountains are the true cloisters of the
Church…On the mount, with the world literally at our feet and heaven all around
us, we have the solitude which alone is endurable and which alone is inspiring;
the solitude which Jesus found so desirable and which He constantly sought: a
solitude which is lost in the consciousness of an innumerable company of
angels, of the spirits of just men made perfect, and of the very presence of
God Himself.
But,
you say, no mountain rises at my door; what must I do therefore? Undoubtedly
this is your loss; there is nothing that can take its place. It has no
substitute. And yet there is a Holy Mount accessible to all who care to climb
it, just as every man finds his Gethsemane somewhere, even though it be not
among olive trees. Every disciple may find the hill of God somewhere; it may be
in his own house, it may be in the lofty cathedral, or it may be in the
humblest of sanctuaries. If anywhere he can be alone with God, there he may
find the Holy Mount. And it should be his holy ambition to reach its summit—to
present himself to God at the top of the Mount, where he may enjoy the fullness
of the blessing.
JAMES HASTINGS
Luke
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