Praying For Valleys
So there I was, panting like a dog after a 5 mile run in the middle of a hot Georgia summer. My nose was running, because unlike a hot Georgia summer- or winter for that matter- it was freezing. Freezing. Between the panting and the sniffling I probably sounded near to death. And then, there it was- a burly mountain goat- with that look on its face like, “What is your problem?” Twenty-three hundred meters up in the French Alps, I had my first ever stare-down with a real live mountain goat.
If you have been keeping up with our blog you know I have already been on one hiking trip in the French Alps. Last week, I added “le Grande Arche” to my list of conquered French mountains. It is a much longer and more difficult hike than the Belle Etoile.
At the point we encountered the goats, we were getting near the top. There was maybe another 100 to 150 meters to go. I was tired, chilled, and breathing hard. When I noticed the goat it was only about 100 yards away from me. No doubt, he had long-since seen me coming and concluded that I was no threat to him. So there we both stood, looking at each other for a minute. We were probably both wondering the same thing… “How did he get up here?”
While I can’t answer the question of how a hoofed creature with an over weighted head makes it to the top of a mountain (a mystery I am sure evolutionists would have an interesting explanation for), I can tell you how I got there. Two things: sweat and hard work.
Hiking in the Alps is not like hiking anywhere I have been in the US. I’ve found that the trails here do one thing consistently…go up. The climb is fine for the first 2 minutes and then you start feeling the burn in your legs. After 15 minutes of climbing you find yourself praying for a plateau or a valley or some other form of relief. After an hour, you’re thankful for every flat piece of ground you come across.
Praying for a valley makes sense when one is talking about mountains but, strange as it may be, I have found that I often pray for valleys in my life. Now, I know we usually liken valleys to the hard times of life, but the truth is that it is the exact opposite when hiking a real mountain. The valley is not what is difficult. The valley is part of what you are looking forward to. It is the climbing that is so hard, but it is the climbing that you have to do to get to the top. If all you do is run around the valley you will never make it to the top of the mountain.
All of this makes sense when hiking, but in everyday life it seems so hard. It is still so deeply ingrained in my thinking that if I am doing what the Lord wants, if I am really growing in Christ, then things should be easy, or at least nice. Nice. Nice, like a valley after a long hike up a big mountain. What I fail to remember is that it is not the easy or nice times that get me where I want to go. It’s not those nice, easy times that make me more like Christ. I want to be complete before Christ and when I go to be with the Lord, or He returns to get His children I don’t want to lack anything.
But how do I get there? Well, James says I am not going to get there by the easy road. Instead, he says to count it as joy when we encounter trials, because those trials test our faith. The testing of our faith produces perseverance, and when perseverance completes its work I will be complete, lacking nothing. So what does that mean? It means that the easy times of life may be the times of the least advance in my journey of sanctification. It means that the times of greatest struggle may be the times of greatest advance to the prize of being like Christ.
In James 1:2-4 there is one command given by James. The command is to think or to consider. James knows that one of the first steps to having joy in trials, and overcoming trials is thinking right. I am willing to suffer the pain of hiking up a mountain because I am ultimately looking forward to the summit that I know is above me. If you showed me a really steep mountain trail and then told me you were not really sure that it would get me to the top, I am not sure I would be willing to suffer much before I gave up. It is the same with trials in life. If I think right, or consider that God is good and in control and if I consider that without the pain there will be not gain, then I am much more likely to endure the suffering with joy and hopeful expectation.
So the challenge for me in all of this has been that I will stop praying for valleys and start persevering to glory.
“Lord, high and holy, meek and lowly, Thou hast brought me to the valley of vision, where I live in the depths but see Thee in the heights; hemmed in by mountains of sin I behold Thy glory. Let me learn by paradox that the way down is the way up, that to be low is to be high, that the broken heart is the healed heart, that the contrite spirit is the rejoicing spirit, that the repenting soul is the victorious soul, that to have nothing is to possess all, that to bear the cross is to wear the crown, that to give is to receive, that the valley is the place of vision. Lord, in the daytime stars can be seen from deepest wells, and the deeper the wells the brighter Thy stars shine; let me find Thy light in my darkness, Thy life in my death, Thy joy in my sorrow, Thy grace in my sin, Thy riches in my poverty, Thy glory in my valley.”
-From Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers.
Eric Flintoff
