When Mountains Block Your Path

“You want me to go through that?” my voice squeaked with bewilderment.  “That’s impossible.”

“Did I say you had to go through it?” the Lamb questioned.

“Well, no,” I stuttered.  “But there is no way around it!”

The Lamb looked at me. “Did I say I wanted you to go around it?”

“Well, no,” I sputtered.  “Surely you don’t mean for me to dig under it?”

The Lamb chuckled.  “Did I say that I wanted you to go under it?

“Well, no!  But surely you don’t want me to go over it?”

The Lamb looked at me with calm, amused eyes.  “Did I tell you to go over it?”

Speechless, I shook my head.  The Lamb had given me another mission to carry out.  However, the path he set before me had a massive obstacle that prevented me from continuing my journey.  The route was entirely blocked by a mountain so vast, so colossal, and so gigantic that there was no way through it, under it, around it, or over it.

“Are you sure this is where I am supposed to be?” I asked the Lamb.

He nodded.

“And there is a way to get past this mountain?”

Again, the Lamb nodded and then said, “Why don’t you look in your backpack and see what I have provided for you to do this thing that you call impossible?”

My backpack!  Can you believe it?  I had been so busy trying to solve the impossible problem in front of me that I had forgotten to see what the Lamb had provided for me to use.  Eagerly I dug in my backpack.  Surely there would be some dynamite or TNT or maybe a small atomic bomb!  However, all I found was a case about the size of my thumbnail.  I pulled it out and opened the lid.

Can you guess what was in it?

A seed.

A seed so small, I could hardly see it!  How would I move this monstrosity of a mountain with a seed the size of a pin?  Instructions were attached to the seed’s container – “If you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move.  Nothing will be impossible for you.”

Quizzically, I looked at the seed and then at the Lamb.  The faith of a mustard seed?

As the Lamb’s eyes bored into mine, I knew the next question he asked would be an important one.

“Do you trust me?”

As those four words tumbled in my mind, I thought of all that the Lamb had done for me.  He rescued me, gave me life, forgave me, loved me unconditionally, accepted me, protected me, and provided for every need.  He had proven himself to be entirely trustworthy.  How could I not trust him?  As I pondered the question, I realized that the Lamb wanted me to put my faith in him instead of trusting in my own logic and ability.  A little faith in the Lamb who would not fail could accomplish far more than lots of confidence in my own strength, which would eventually fail.

So, I nodded my head and answered, “Yes.”

The Lamb smiled and said, “Plant the seed.”

I took that seed and found a small place on the ground where the dirt was soft.  I made a small hole in the ground, placed the seed inside, watered it, and patted dirt over the top.

Then, I sat down beside the Lamb and waited.

That seed must have had some superior, growing strength because, within a few minutes, a tender green shoot pushed its way out of the dirt.  Its leaves opened as it reached upwards to the sunlight.  Steadily it grew in size and strength.

“The sun is giving the plant the nutrients that it needs to grow,” explained the Lamb.  “Although you cannot see it, the roots are pushing down deep to the heart of the mountain.”

I felt a small tremor quiver the ground under my feet, and then a tiny crevice appeared between the plant and the mound of rock.  It fractured into many channels, each one snaking its way across the ground to various points along the base of the mountain.

Another tremor shook the ground, but the plant did not quiver.  It stood firm as the mountain trembled and shuddered.  Small pebbles spilled down its sides.  Soon those pebbles were chased by granite boulders.  For one moment, the mountain stood tall and commanding, silhouetted against the sky. Then with one mighty heave, the ground opened wide its mouth, and the mountain disappeared as it fell into the heart of the earth.

When dust settled, I ran to the spot where the mountain once stood and peered at the ground.  Not one trace of the mountain was left.  In its place, I found the path that the Lamb had set before me to take.

The Lamb came and stood beside me.  “When you walk on the path I set before you, to carry out the work I give you to do, and you find the way blocked by a mountain that is impossible to move, remember this truth.  Small faith firmly set on me accomplishes far more than great trust in your own strength.  Small faith in me is a faith that can move mountains.”

Awe filled my heart as I walked with the Lamb on the path where the mountain had once blocked my way.  Silently, I pondered the lesson that I had just learned.

By faith in the Lamb, the mountain had moved!

By faith in the Lamb, the impossible became possible!

(Excerpt from The Kingdom of Light: Shatter the Darkness, by J. H. Lee, 2019.)

“I tell you the truth, if you have faith even as small as a mustard seed, you could say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it would move. Nothing would be impossible.” Matthew 17:20 (NLT)

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