For the Mighty One has done great things for me, and holy is God’s name.
~ Luke 1.49
I was born in the mountains, and to this day that is where I am most likely to find the holy in life.
Mountains can be mighty without being arrogant. They are mighty simply being themselves. They provide challenge. Beauty. Wonder. Splendor. Mountains make me feel small, in the best possible way. Not insignificant, but in perspective. Surrounded by majesty such as we saw near Banff, Alberta, we skied through mighty mountains that exist on a different scale than I will ever achieve.
Mountains. Mighty One. Holy.
For me, they go together.
SHARE: Ask someone you love about a time when they felt mighty. They might tell a story about when their muscles felt strong. Or maybe they will tell a story about when their heart felt strong. There are lots of ways to be mighty. We can be mighty in our bodies and in our minds and in our hearts.
This blog includes thoughts from various contributors at Seattle First Baptist