On the Mountain Pass

Beloved People of God,

You ever have one of those songs you learned as a kid come back to you and get stuck in your head? It’s too random to be random! 

As we move toward the conclusion of our Sermon on the Mount series, I’ve been thinking about mountain passes. In boarding school, our fourth-grade dorm was on the edge of the school, and a narrow pass was cut into the cliff rock wall for the track. On a few occasions, we were able to get up close as the train chugged by. It was something to behold, the great train carefully steaming up and down the tracks. At least once, we heard a train derail and dangle dangerously there until it was rescued.

It feels like we just walked up this mountainside with Jesus. Here, surrounded by his disciples and the crowd, we’ve listened to Jesus unpack for us the Law and the Prophets in new and profound ways. Now, before we know it, we are already making our way back down a narrow mountain path. So imagine my surprise when—while I’m sitting with all of this—the most unexpected song started playing in my head. As if a distant train whistle coming closer: “She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes.” Where in the world did that come from? Did I ever know it was an old negro spiritual about Jesus’ return?

Looking at Jesus’ words on the mountainside, walking the tracks of His narrow way, I hear the distant whistle of His return. Are we ready? Along this mountain pass I see trees and their fruit. I see sheep and wolves. I see the way of Jesus and the ways we say are His but aren’t. They start out looking like the tracks beneath our feet but veer in time, derailing us on the mountain pass. All the while, the whistle blows. Jesus is returning and the words we sing are true: “King Jesus, he’ll be driver when she comes / She’ll be loaded with bright angels / She’ll neither rock nor totter / She will run so level and steady / when she comes.”

For His Name’s Sake,

Brett