Rev. Ray and Pat Amos
I had a favorite place on Angels Rest Mountain. It was a little “holler”behind Aunt Clare’s house where there was a small cascade. A boy could spend forever in a place where imagination and earth embraced to create a little Heaven on earth.
Sharing that mountain sanctuary was a flying squirrel. I called him “Rocky,” (Like another flying squirrel some of you may remember.) It was amazing to watch the little guy launch from high on a buckeye tree and glide to the ground. Then he would climb the tree and do it again. Rocky was quite a show-off.
The old spiritual says, “Sometimes I’m up, Sometimes, I’m down, but still my soul feels heavenly bound.” The Gospel begins with God’s willingness to come from Heaven to save a people who live up and down lives.
By the grace of God, I have been on eagle’s wings a good bit of my life; I have also spent much time on my knees trying to get back up. Faith was never designed to keep us from falling, but to enable us to get back up. It has always been the way of God’s people to know how to be down, and how to be up.
When Rocky was on the ground his eyes were looking up to where he was going. We should also keep looking up to where we are going. There is a land above the clouds where angels rest, and even down is always up.
“I will look up,
For there is none above You.
I will bow down,
To tell You that I need You,
Jesus, Lord of all,
Jesus, Lord of all.”
Grace and Peace, Rev Ray
