Those Chosen Hills

I am waking and rising later in the morning than I have been for many years of my life. This morning I awakened and arose at eight-fifteen. Since retirement, it has been my habit to continue rising no later than seven a.m. Or earlier if I have an early day with much planned.


I hope it is because of the seasonal change and not Ecclesiastes twelve syndrome. However, I find that I have been sleeping more soundly at the same time. Perhaps the Lord has blessed me with a certain peace at knowing I can change nothing of the past and have little real influence over my future. My time is ultimately in His hands.


Those chosen hills I will fight on have become very few and far between. Calvary of the cross remains.


More inner peace of who I am in Him, less need to prove anything about something I would probably end up being wrong about anyway.


I have many items to share of timeless things I have learned in my lifetime, but few words come to describe them. Frustrating – but not significantly. I have learned many things I discovered by the experience of things already related and recorded by those who came before me. And those who come after me will likely re-discover them without any help from me. Those who follow will have the same Light of the World imparting knowledge to them as He did me — if they want it.


So why do I write? If for no other reason, I suppose to help keep the language active and alive. For, if our language deteriorates far enough, it will hasten our descent into a new dark-ages – which seems, to me, to be happening anyway.


However, the primary reason I post is to glorify and make known the name and Person of Jesus Christ, Savior of my soul.


Prayer: Lord, remember your people. Remember your promises.


It may seem a redundant prayer since He never forgets, but I call on Him often for the obvious as to witness whose side I am on. And to remind Him to remind me who I belong to — not that I doubt, for “He has carved me on the palm of His hand!” (Isa. 49:15.) Or as Paul said, I count all my past treasures as dung in comparison to knowing Christ and the power of His resurrection. O happy day when Jesus walks, and He walks with me!

God bless you all as you walk your walk with Him down the path He has set for you.

As a father has compassion on his children,

so, the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;

    for he knows how we are formed,

he remembers that we are dust.

    The life of mortals is like grass,

they flourish like a flower of the field;

   the wind blows over it and it is gone,

and its place remembers it no more.

   But from everlasting to everlasting

the Lord’s love is with those who fear him,

and his righteousness with their children’s children—

   with those who keep his covenant

and remember to obey his precepts.

Psalm 103:13-18

There are 10,000 ways to die,

but only one way to eternal life…

His name is Jesus.

7 thoughts on “Those Chosen Hills”

    1. Thank you, Jim. In the Gospel I find all my hopes, desires, treasure, and future. In this life and beyond.
      “I am not ashamed of the gospel of Christ, because it is the power of God to salvation for everyone who believes….”
      Thank you for the diligent work you carry out through your apologetics preaching in the way of Paul, himself.

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