I’m walking down the hall in a nursing facility when I hear this stanza of a French song. For some reason a memory from the past comes alive in my mind, and I know the English words.
When the sun says goodbye to the mountain
And the night says hello to the dawn
I’m alone with my dreams on the hilltop
I can still hear your voice, though you’re gone
How many of these residents are sitting on their mountain of remembrance, shedding a tear. I could join in, but I must control my emotions. After all, I’m there to teach a Bible study.
Jacob explained it best to Pharoah. My interpretation of what he said follows: This has been some trip. Sadly, I can’t go back and the memories are killing me.
Genesis 47:10
And Jacob said unto Pharaoh, the days of the years of my pilgrimage are a hundred and thirty years: few and evil have the days of the years of my life been, and have not attained unto the days of the years of the life of my fathers in the days of their pilgrimage.
I don’t like that mountain, but we must all spend some time there occasionally.
Give it some consideration.
Gary