“I want to scale the utmost height, And catch a gleam of glory bright; But still I’ll pray, till Heaven I’ve found, LORD, lead me on to higher ground!”
One thing I totally love about my job is finding all books. Books that the kids would probably never choose to even contemplate taking off the shelf. Books that are way above their reading level. Books written in 1925. Books that speak in a different English than the one we read today. Books that are dog-eared, stained, cloth-covered. Books that I immediately stick my nose in to smell the pages. Books that generally have lovely cursive writing that is in the front, a dedication to someone lucky enough to own a book.
This one in particular was written by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman. See? Even her name is written so much differently than what we would do today. I loved it. I had to read her forward to find out her given name was Lettie. A woman who adored her husband and traveled into the mission field with him to stand on Holy Ground. A woman who began writing after her husband died. A woman who wrote and wrote and wrote the wisdom she had found on all those journeys. Her books are a reflection of her, a collection of Holy Ground wisdom.
“He leads us on by paths we did not know;
Upward He leads us, though our steps be slow,
Though oft we faint and falter on the way,
Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day;
Yet when the clouds are gone,
We know He leads us on.
He leads us on through all the unquiet years;
Past all our dreamland hopes, and doubts and fears,
He guides our steps, through all the tangled maze
Of losses, sorrows, and o’er clouded days;
We know His will is done;
And still He leads us on.”~Nicholaus Ludwig Zinzendorf
This morning when I found this book in the midst of 3 boxes filled with other treasures. I sat down to read. Nose buried. Smile bursting. Tears cresting. Holy Ground reading does that. When the Spirit moves, how can you resist? For the rest of the day, the words have been following me, and I have been sharing the old-new wisdom with others.
Holy Ground. Remove the shoes. Sit or bow down or fling your face into the dust (of an old book) and rejoice. The dust of a stable becomes Holy Ground. Kings bow down. The air becomes so much lighter – brighter when standing on Holy Ground.
I watched the movie “Star” tonight. I’m always about a year behind on things, but I loved it and will add it to my collection for next year. It was a perfect ending to a day’s miracles – full of bitter and sweet. Amongst it all, the Spirit moves. The Father and Son arrive with Him. Holy Ground radiates the burning bush of my life. One just has to recognize the burning bush, take off the shoes and rejoice.
“The land whither ye go to possess it is a land of hills and valleys and drinketh water of the rain of heaven; a land which the Lord thy God careth for: the eyes of the Lord are always upon it, from the beginning of the year even to the end of the year.”~ Deut 11:11-12
“On the 8th Day of Christmas, my True Love gave to me…” Holy Ground.