Hymn #323 in Celebrating Grace Hymnal — “How Great Thou Art”
[pullquote_center width=”80%”]When through the woods and forest glades I wander
And hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees,
When I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,
And hear the brook and feel the gently breeze.
Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee: how great thou art![/pullquote_center]
Sorry, beach people. This Grace Note is for the mountain folks (you know who you are). In different parts of the country, there may be different kinds of people—maybe desert people, city people, grasslands people—but in my experience here in Alabama there are two main kinds of people: beach people and mountain people. Count me in the number of the latter. There is something about being on the mountain, near water rejoicing in gravity’s pull on it in the noisiest, most musical way, that feeds me. Any God who could imagine such a place into being must be the most creative, the most artistic, the most joyful force in the universe.
Picture your “mountain place” (even if it’s the beach!), and think to yourself: God, You rock!!!