In a cabin on a windswept mountain top in the sticks outside McGregor, the wind blows incessantly in gusts that evoke a great lung. The only respite is indoors.
The sun stabs the eyes as it peeks over the near horizon and the shadows are stark.
A person can easily wonder what it may have been like on top of Mount Horeb when Moses ascended to meet with G-d.
It feels like danger is ever present, getting to this remote place on winding roads, the hiking trails that creep close to an edge.
Perhaps it is the proximity to sudden death that focuses the mind on staying alive by being careful.
One thing Moses did not have to concern himself with is kids on the mountain with him. Not having to worry about kids on a mountain would make it 70 times easier to quiet the mind and get in touch with G-d.
Connectivity to a network is unreliable, the cares of Washington D.C., New York, the goings on in a Saudi consulate in Turkey don’t flood the device. Its more of a trickle.
Without a television set, you sort of have to look at the mountains all around. Without meaning to, your thoughts do tend to vector upward:
G-d who made the mountains, but for whom the mountains are not at all intimidating.
First thing on this Saturday morning I have my devotion and the Writer is asking questions:
From a spiritual standpoint, what are you hungry for? I’m hungry for my existence to have significance within the Kingdom. I’m hungry to find G-d in the situations where I wouldn’t ordinarily be looking for Him, or even receptive to Him.
Do you think G-d is able to fill that hunger daily? The question presumes the answer. Of course He can. Its apparent that I will always be the weak link. I have an intention to connect with G-d as I traverse the parking lot at work, and then before I realise it its 15h00 and the working day is drawing to a close. Where did all the thinking about G-d go?
Why is it important to read G-d’s word daily? Without it, our souls would be starving.
My eyes keep on running over the contours of the mountains before me, like my tongue runs over my teeth to check the dental geography. The giant lung starts up again after 20 minutes of relative peace before. Looking at the mountains, I feel small, as I should.
And I realise He is very big.