More Majestic Than the Everlasting Mountains

"Glorious are you, more majestic than the everlasting mountains."

Ps. 76.4

Last night, the Olympics started up in Sochi.  Which means lots of funny facebook pictures of dual toilets without a wall in between, extended commentary on Russian politics, and mountains. LOTS of mountains.

As Sarah and I watched the first night of competition, the cameras transported us to Rosa Khutor, the site of the downhill skiing and snowboarding competitions.  As the cameras swooped over the peaks, my heart leapt and shuddered in my chest.  What beauty!  What majesty!  What strength!  What wildness!  What danger!  And what a privilege to live in a city where we can turn the corner and see such peaks right in our back yard.  I went to bed full and thankful, and longing to take a trip up to the high country.

But this morning, as I entered the throne room of God in Morning Prayer, I realized that a trip up I-70 or 285 would sell beauty short, would only give a glimpse of majesty.  Psalm 76 jolted me back to a deeper reality:

"Glorious are you, more majestic than the everlasting mountains."

More.

More majestic. More glorious.  

God says:

If you think the mountains are beautiful, look at me. The one who made them.

God says:

If the peaks and crags fill you with awe, look at me.  The one who can reshape them.

God says:

If the wildness of them puts a lump in your throat, look at me.  The one you cannot control.

As you head to the slopes, and watch the Olympics, and look out your kitchen window, don't just look at the mountains.  Look through them...to the one who imagined them and brought them into being.  May our hearts leap and shudder as the rocky slopes become a window, transparent to the greater glory, and greater majesty, of GOD.