Morning Devotional
May 27, 2003
The Music of the Mountains  
by Don Emmitte

Lord, through all the generations you have been our home! Before the mountains were created, before you made the earth and the world, you are God, without beginning or end. You turn people back to dust, saying, "Return to dust!" For you, a thousand years are as yesterday! They are like a few hours! Seventy years are given to us! Some may even reach eighty. But even the best of these years are filled with pain and trouble; soon they disappear, and we are gone. Who can comprehend the power of your anger? Your wrath is as awesome as the fear you deserve. Teach us to make the most of our time, so that we may grow in wisdom. (Psalm 90:1-12 NLV). 

As some of you may know, our traditional family vacation spot is Gatlinburg, Tennessee. There are so many memories to draw on from the time we have spent there. We are scheduled to go back there this summer. As we started to make our reservations, I began to think of the pace that is so welcome when we take vacation. One particular tradition we follow is the drive through Cade’s Cove. When they were little they were not as interested in the scenery as we were and always wanted to have the radio playing.  My response was to roll the windows down and instruct them to listen to the “music of the mountains.” It was my way of saying we’re here to slow down and enjoy the quiet. 

Our world is hooked on speed. Even in Gatlinburg you’ll see the evidence of “fast-everything.” A sign will advertise: "Drive through wedding-$69." Some signs advertised "mountain chapel" weddings for $300-400. But a drive-through hitch up could be had for under $70. I suppose that’s just their way of "thinking outside the box" in terms of attracting those who are not happy with the institutional church. So we can compliment their motive if not the exact method. It certainly is a great saving over the thousands that a traditional wedding would cost! 

Think back to my opening illustration and the Great Smoky Mountains that surround Gatlinburg. These mountains have been around for eons. I won't get into the scientific debate, but I like the way the writer of Psalms 90 puts it, "Lord, you have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever you had formed the earth and the world, from everlasting to everlasting you are God. ... For a thousand years in your sight are like yesterday when it is past." This is not so much about a thousand years passing in a flash, as saying the years build up in God's time to where a thousand years seem like only a day.  

Perhaps this clash of cultures, the culture of "instant everything," with things that can't or shouldn't be rushed, has brought you to the place where you are frustrated beyond control. Hooked on phones in our pocketbooks, instant messaging on the computer, drive-through hamburgers and next-day packages, when traffic jams up, we're out of control. When a slow driver in the fast lane jams up the freeway, we're hotter than a pistol! If you have fast-forwarded your life to the point where traffic always makes you boil and waiting for an email feels like waiting for the Pony Express, take a long, slow breath. Ask yourself, what is my rush? Slow down and make the most of your time by listening to the music of the mountains!