The God who made Mt. Whitney died for me this day two millennia ago, that this unworthy soul might spend eternity with him. What an awesome God, what an awesome mountain, what Amazing Grace. I think we’re going to sit here in the shadow of this highest mountain in the lower 48 states (14, 494’) —Tuttle Creek CG (BLM)—and ponder this view and that great truth for a week. No more important thought can run through the mind of man.
In the beginning was the Word [Christ], and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. All things were made through him, and without him was not anything made that was made. (John 1:1-3). And he became a man and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth—the eyewitness account of one who knew him as well as any man (vs. 14). John saw Christ die in agony on the cross that first Good Friday, and heard his final words: It is finished, the work he came to do, to atone for the sins of those he loved so that they might glorify him and enjoy his company for ever. He did for sinners what we could not, would not do for ourselves. What amazing love! May such divine love fill your heart this Easter, and may his death and victorious resurrection engender a gratitude in your soul that is eternal.
Click on this link, then minimize that page while the audio continues and open the blog on a new page, enlarge the picture above of this majestic mountain and watch it as the hymn plays, and let this truth overwhelm your heart and soul with joy…and give thanks.
