by UCM Prez Jenn BaergMy mother has been focused on mountain tops as of late – namely one on or around August 19th (MCAT test day). She’s sure it was a mountain top; personally I think it was more a cruel joke than some spiritual blessing. Mountain tops are not my thing, in life or in spirituality. I’ve found that mountains are the site of my greatest failures, of my darkest times; they are not places of serene beauty they are places of tremendous pain brought on by low oxygen resulting in bad decisions, sharp cliffs and hazardous weather. Since when has the top of Mount Everest been an easy place to be? On the lower ones you can see the expanse below and the journey you’ve past, but what perspective is it really, are we at an advantage being able to see the edges of the horizon, or is it like I feel August was a mirage as I believe these “mountain tops” can grant a false expectation of the future. The valleys are where I prefer to be. They may be the places of the mundane and the muddy mixed together. The low places in this world ensure one thing; it’s not too much further down, they’ve been where I, amidst all that everyone else seems to hate, have found my sweetness in life. This isn’t about self loathing, or a poor me – it’s those places the world loathes; those slog onwards valley journeys that I prefer to sitting on some shade less, rocky mountain top.
Maybe I have been unknowingly on the edge of some mountain cliff for the last few months, just waiting to go up and instead finding I was heading down. I received my MCAT score this week – in my room I sat in front the same screen I logged many hours doing practice exams and questions all summer, to end up wondering if it was all for naught. Whether you believe the score was bad or not is not the issue – I feel that it’s not representative of my abilities, but that isn’t even the issue, we’ve all gotten used to that feeling – especially I with as many years as I’ve spent at SFU. It’s the greater issue – the one that I’ve been grappling with since I started down this road Spring 2005 – what am I doing? Each step on this journey has been hesitant – I described it in a recent blog as, “this continual process of taking one step and waiting - holding my breath and hoping that everything doesn't cave in and then being pushed to take the next step. This old duality - both are like Indiana Jones moments - you push the stone and hold your breath - nothing bad happened so I picked the right one, meanwhile it's like the floor is falling away - got to make that decision, do it, with no hesitation.”
Well right now I feel like the floor dropped out from under me. So apparently I was not in a valley. Am I now? Right now I’m sitting here, still trying to figure it out, wondering if I should just sit, or keep running…. like they tell lost hikers to stay put when they are lost, I think that’s what is going to happen until I find that dusty valley road again…
And so my question is, is there such thing as a “mountain top” or is the Christian journey a series of hills, amidst a greater more imposing valley? If there are no more “mountain top” experiences as defined by Christian culture, then what is next? If I don’t want the mountains or they don’t want me, then what? If there is no “reward” feeling to this striving for intimacy, but rather continual struggles and trials where is the motivation to press onwards, or is that in itself a misconception? Do I need to or even want to make an active effort in my faith and therefore change this notion of the valleys and mountains in the Christian walk? Or are my problems, this feeling of “failing” within the assumed structure, a personal failing, and should I come to an acceptance that I’m likely not going to see one, and meander on. I could become a sort of modern Job or Jeremiah, holding to the blessings, the little things, those fundamental truths, like the sun rising. We can look at Isaiah; he pursued only his calling although he knew Israel would not listen. We can see in men like Abraham, there are life’s rollercoaster’s; Paul’s joys paralleled his pains. If that’s the case, do they just equal each other out in the end and giving us an overall flat journey?
Just something to think about, and for myself although I prefer the valleys I can’t figure out where I am right now, so I’m just praying to hold on – until I figure out if I need to pray to move up or down – if I am still on a mountain I really want down, like now before another storm comes on through.



