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Church
Life
The
Road to Zion
It’s
amazing, isn’t it, when we consider how sovereignly the
Spirit of God moves? We have so much to be thankful for, this
year in particular. It warms my heart to stand at the corner
foot of our land and take in the majestic panorama that unfolds.
I am taken on a journey as I am led to study the tiered structure—a
representation of a mighty fortress. Her lower foothill gently
arcs across the border, marking the beginning boundaries. |
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gaze is then drawn to climb the steeps of the middle tier whose
beauty is skirted in a gown of velvet green. What a rampart
she is, strategically adorned and strengthened in evergreen
pine. Like the presence of God, she oversees the foothill altar
stretched out before her. She is young now and I picture her
in her flourishing years to come. She sways to the windsong
as her hands clap in rhythmic praise, piercing the upper heights.
Enraptured by her outward loveliness, my heart longs to remain—no
lower, no higher—but instead I am called to higher ground.
In submission, I answer. |
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As
I fix my eyes on the upper tier, I find myself confronted by
a ragged cliff dressed in a wilderness landscape. She towers
over all, below and beyond, as if to say all is under her careful
watch. I longed to see what it was she was protecting. Discouraged
at the thought of trekking this daunting rise of earth, I instead
decided to walk about her.
I came upon an opening—a road of access. I followed the
winding path as it led me upward, directly through the wilderness.
I learned to watch my footing as the road was not yet smooth.
There was protection in walking this path, keeping me from the
hazards along the way. To my left and to my right I saw high
rocky cliffs, deep ravines, and even a steel giant armed with
the fiercest claw. |
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I continued, onward and upward, taking me to the place I longed
to see. Upon her crest was an opening. I was astounded as a
glorious citadel of towering trees captured my heart. Fortified
with majesty, she creates an aura of sanctuary—a holy
place. As I scoped the grounds within her shielding, I discovered
a littering of giant boulders and piles of rubble. Climbing
atop the rubble for a higher view, I could see the morning sunlight
rising and shining upon her. |
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is a beautiful work in progress, being transformed in the warmth
of the penetrating light. And through Spirit eyes, I see her—Mount
Zion, a sparkling city in God’s perfection. |
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Rebecca
Burnett
November 2004 |
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