Little boy climbs a hill, a
A little boy climbs a hill outside the village. With each step
his horizons grow wider, and in joy and wonder he soaks up the scenes. Now he
has reached the top.
What a view it is! To the north there is snow-topped Hermon,
dramatic symbol of God's stored-up blessings. One day those blessings will be
lavished upon His people. To the east is the sea of Galilee, a translucent "sea
of glass". One day he will walk by its shores and call simple, humble fishermen
to follow him. To the south, beyond the hills, lies Jerusalem the city of David.
There, one day, crowds will shout his name, some in hatred, but others in love.
To the west there is the Great Sea, and beyond -- other lands where men have
never heard of the God of Israel -- but one day they will.
So much to do; but for now, he is only a little boy, a special
little boy, obedient and intelligent, thoughtful and kind. He observes the
clouds as they sweep like chariots across the sky, the flowers of the field in
massed formation, and the birds as they fly overhead. He feels the wind upon his
face.
Patiently he waits, a silent prayer in his heart:
"Speak, Father, for Thy Son heareth."
"O the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How
unsearchable are His judgments, and His paths beyond tracing out! Who has known
the mind of the Lord? Or who has been his counselor?... For from him and through
him and to him are all things. To him be the glory forever! Amen" (Rom
11:33,34,36).
