I've lived in West Virginia all my life and I can't imagine ever living anywhere without mountains. It's funny but before I logged on I was reading a newspaper clipping I keep pasted to the flyleaf of my bible, I'm going to post it here.
The Hills
It was the shepherds on the lonely hilltop, out where the night sky lay close and the feel of the earth was familiar to their feet who heard the angels singing and followed the star. They followed it over the hills to the hill town of Bethelhem and it was there, in the stable at the inn, that they saw the wonder. In a stable on a hill in Judea.
It was among the hills, that the story began, where the stars came close and the night winds were the winds of song. And, as we know the later story, the hills and the open country where He was born were to be always there in His life and in His teachings. His parables had the strength of the hills and their simplicity. He knew the land. He knew it intimately, and its birds, its beasts, its shrubs and bushes. The sermon in which the enduring principles for which He stood was most simply and eloquently set forth is still known as the Sermon on the Mount. He knew the seaside and the valley, but best of all He knew the hills. And in the end He climbed the fearsome slope of the hill known as Gethsemane.
The story is both brief and simple. Luke, the physician, set it down in four hundred words. Others expanded it, but always and ever, it had the thread of the hilltops running through it, the everlasting hills, where it began. It was on the hilltop that the unforgettable words were said: "Fear not." And the enduring song: "On earth peace,goodwill toward men." We read the story again and again, and always with the hush and the awe, and with the sense of stars gleaming on the hilltops.
An Editorial New York Times, Dec. 25, 1955
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