The bus snaked its way through small villages in northern Italy to the top of one snow covered mountains of the French Alps. The views were fantastic. Rows of steep, sheer mountains continued beyond sight in all directions. Small cottages below spotted the hillsides. Herds of sheep weaved though the valley clearing the remaining foliage as shepherds and sheepdogs turned them to new locations. I’m not sure which vista was more intense.
The Alpine shepherds have a beautiful custom of ending the day by singing to one another an evening farewell. The air is so clear that the song will carry long distances. As the dusk begins to fall, they gather their flocks and begin to lead them down the mountain paths, singing, “Until know the Lord helped us. Let us praise His name!” 1 Samuel 7:12.
As a last courtesy, they sing to one another the friendly farewell: “Goodnight! Goodnight!” The words are taken up by the echoes, and the song reverberates through the hills until the music dies away in the distance.
We need to call out to one another across the valleys of our darkness, till the gloom becomes a chorus of many voices, encouraging each other with His Word and Hallelujahs break through every storm of life. We all need it!
So is My word that goes out from My mouth: It will not return to Me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you… Isaiah 55:11-12