The River Down Stream.
I have an article called the Mountain Of The Lord. It speaks of the tributaries and streams that flow from the mountain into the river. Everything that is relevant, a pure word, and that which sets the trends of the earth comes from this place. The river that flows into the valley is from the mountain, but it becomes compromised as it courses through the city where sewage and run off begins to add to it. This is the river flowing into the institutions of men where high thoughts that exalt themselves above the knowledge and wisdom of God, begin to contribute into the flow of what should be holy and pristine; but, rather, adds murkiness to the river. This is the traditions of men making the word of God non effective. Mark 7:13. BUT, the crisp fresh flow of the Spirit comes from the high place. It begins with forgetting those things that are behind and pressing on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God, in Christ Jesus. It contributes to the life of God, those that pursue him in their seeking, heal the waters in the midst of God’s people from whom living waters flow.
“The Tetons and the Snake River”
(photo- by Ansel Adams in 1942)
Out of the secret place, where we go to seek His face, we encounter spiritual weather systems that pour down their precipitation, in what we can spiritually parallel with the form of mist, snow, and rains, from heaven’s sky. The call of the Spirit is to impart the mysteries of God, sometimes like a mist, a flow of impressions; sometimes like snow pack that releases its measure in season, sometimes like the pouring rain, all at once overflowing the gullies, gushing down the mountain, in some places it is held up like a pent up flood in natural dams … a trickle, ready to become a deluge at any moment.
The Way of The Mountain
Is lonely at times, and barren of natural comforts, yet, rich with atmosphere as timbers, silently sway … Singularly, but increasingly corporately, the Mountain of the Lord (in the Spirit) is being pursued by a generation of believers as the sound of His voice, like many waters, is increasingly being heard flowing from out of the heart of His people. With it the sound of the high mountain winds that blow through the tall pines, that hollowed airy sigh that joins the roar of white water rapids crashing down through the rocks below. The sound of many waters echo, as they rush through the canyons descending from the place where rivers are made. This only comes after our solemn expedition up the mountain, rising in spirit as when vapor ascends invisible, then descends like the mist, settling above the streams in every ravine. When the waters descend they roar in progression. This is THE DEEP calling unto DEEP. For more on this article go to THE RIVER DOWN STREAM.