When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.
1 Corinthians 13:11
When I was a little girl I used to look into a beautiful clear sky or a colorful sunset and imagine that the point where heaven and earth meet was high up in the earth’s stratosphere somewhere. However last year as I stood at the very top of Jungfrau which is one of the main summits of the Bernese Alps in Switzerland, it was confirmed what my adult self already knew for some time—that that point was much closer. Still, my inner child wanted to go as high as I could to see if I could “touch it”.
So there I stood at the highest point in Europe—speechless, in tears and in awe of God’s creation. I was literally sandwiched between heaven and earth—the point where as a child I imagined I could reach heaven to experience a touch from God. When the clouds would ascend and the sun would emerge I could see the glaciers and miles of snow-capped peaks. Minutes later it would turn into blizzard-like conditions. (Thank goodness I’m a Chicago native so I didn’t panic like others did). I just stood up there praising God for reigning both in heaven and on earth so that we didn’t have to climb mountains to experience His love. And I thanked Him for placing that access point where heaven and earth meet in His son, Jesus Christ Whom lives in us.
