“Get you up to a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good tidings; lift up your voice with strength, O Jerusalem, herald of good tidings, lift it up, do not fear; say to the cities of Judah, ‘Here is your God!'”
I believe that one of the metrics of a life well-lived is the number of “Zion” moments you experience. They can come anytime, and they most always (in my experience, anyway) come as a surprise — “surprised by joy” if you will.
For me, the hallmark of a Zion moment is when I experience something so profound that I want to stop the world just long enough to look at it from as many angles as possible and determine its placement in the scrapbook of my life — the one I plan to thumb through before I move on past mortality. The title of my scrapbook, in big gold letters, is “Glimpses of God.”
Lord, thank you for leading me up the mountain whenever I’m covered in dust. The world you show me is proof of your majesty, and of the mystery that awaits us all beyond it. Amen.