Growing up I went to a christian camp every year (BMBC represent). I loved it. I loved the friends, the learning, the girls (ok if you knew me then, you would agree)… But I think most of all I enjoyed what we called the “mountain top experience”. (Of course there we did not have a mountain in Oklahoma, but this was a BIG mesa, so just go with me here.)
The “mountain top experience” is something we feel when we sense that we are very close to God. Other people might call this experience the “camp high” but my church family frowned upon references to drug use… but I digress.

As a youth minister, I continued to take teens to a christian camp (this one CBH) and they would talk about their “mountain top” experiences as well (this time on a real mountain). I loved what it did to the teens… I loved what it did to me… There was this perceived “closeness” to God. And who doesn’t want that?
But the inevitable would always happen. Time would go by, and I would feel more and more distant from that “mountain top” experience, and thus more and more distant from God. I even started to believe that God only dwelt on those mountain tops.
I think Elijah went through the same struggles. After his victory on Mount Carmel defeating the prophets of Baal (1 Kings 18), Elijah goes on the run from Jezebel who has threatened his life. He flees to Horeb (or Sinai), because this is the Mountain of God. Surely God will be with him there. And we pick up the story in 1 Kings 19… Continue reading


