Go tell it on the mountain Over the hills and everywhere! Go tell it on the mountain, That Jesus Christ is born!
When I was a seeker I sought both night and day I asked the Lord to help me And he showed me the way
One of my favorite Christmas hymns when I was growing up was Go Tell It on the Mountain. This is a bit odd because I grew up where the biggest change in elevation for hundreds of miles was Courthouse Hill. It went from the first floor of the courthouse all the way up to the second floor!
While I never imagined leaving the small town I grew up in, God had bigger plans for me. Now we live at an elevation of 5,500 feet in a town called La Esperanza (The Hope).
While I do miss the straight and smooth roads laid out in perfect one-mile squares, I do love the challenges the steep and curvy mountain roads offer. Finding a good vehicle to handle these crazy, unmaintained roads is not for the faint-hearted.
In our first year in La Esperanza, Honduras, we tested out 12 different vehicles to see how they would handle the terrain. Most of them failed miserably. One, in particular, required a dozen pastors to pull us through the deep mud and up the side of a mountain in the rain. Although a miserable experience, it was also the day I gained respect amongst the regional pastors.
Now I am literally following the lyrics to my favorite childhood song. Telling the love of Christ to those high in the mountains, teaching at a local school in a village called “The Big Hill” and loving what I do. Isn’t God amazing? I love being able to see how God uses every piece of our lives to fill in a place in His master plan.
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