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ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH
I received an E-mail from a Christian friend the other day... and believe me when I say; it is good to know that I still have one. In it, he expressed a genuine concern for my Spirituality, fearing I had lost my calling to bring into The Fold the lost souls of Cambodia. He is not the only one who has expressed this concern and I am sure there are many others who, even though they may not have said it to my face, have questioned just what is going on with me. Here is my response to his and to your concerns if you are one of those who think I have lost my way.
"I drove through Denver, Colorado once, on my way to Gallup, New Mexico. We found a campsite just outside of town and spent the night beneath the cliffs of the Rocky Mountains. They were an awesome sight to see, to say the least. The rugged cliffs were impassable, except perhaps for some very elite mountain climbers and while majestic and beautiful, they seemed so cold and threatening. Years later I was back in Denver and decided to take the road that went through the Mountains and to the other side. The view there was something quite different to behold... lush meadows of wild flowers on gentle slopes that looked like just about anyone could climb them. It was hard to believe that both sides led to the same Mountaintop."
"You are welcome to stay in Denver if you like, but that is your personal choice... as for me, I have seen the other side of the Mountain and I have chosen to take a different Path. Please don't hold that against me... for we will meet each other at the top."
It was difficult for me in the beginning, to see the possibility of anything other than what I was conditioned to believe as a child. I was raised White and Right and the idea that anyone other than someone like me could possibly have a relationship with God the Creator was out of the question. We were His Chosen People, selected long before time began, to spend Eternity with Him. I knew there would be Token people from every tribe and tongue, who would receive Salvation as well, that was of course if they were discovered in time, and so I made it my personal goal to try to find them... wherever in the World they were, before their number came up and because of my failure to reach them on time, their souls were lost forever in the Burning Lake of Fire. It was a heavy burden to bear, but one I was willing to endure for my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, the Son of the Living GOD.
It never occurred to me until only recently, that I might be wrong. That the teachings I received as a child might have been corrupted, and that I may not be one of GOD'S Chosen Ones after all... because there are no Chosen Ones and there never has been. The whole idea of being Chosen of GOD, the Creator of all mankind, seems rather like the spoiled child in a large family who goes around telling his siblings that he is more loved than they are. Is it no wonder he is despised and rejected by them?
I have come to believe in a GOD of Love, a God that sees everyone of His Created Beings in the same way, without exception... and I believe He enjoys our Worship and Praise... every bit of it, regardless of how ridiculous or idolatrous it may seem to others, and I believe He wants us to Love each other unconditionally, with no strings attached, just as He Loves us.
I no longer have a problem with those of you who choose to stay in Denver... I believe that GOD still Loves you and enjoys your Worship and Praise just as much as He does mine… but just because you don't see me climbing those rugged cliffs anymore, doesn't mean that I have lost my foothold and fallen... it only means that I am working my way up from the other side, and I am more confident than ever that I will make it to the top. Wayne Dale Matthysse 1 May, 2009
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