Exceptional is the Lord, and most meriting approval,

in the city of God, his high mountain.

- Psalm 48

Be of good; it is I; be not restless

- Mark 6:50

The journey from Jerusalem to the California's wild took unequivocally thirty days. The mind didn't ask for in the midst of the survey toward the southwest or upper east of Antelope Valley and Spring Canyon Road where gigantic fabulous statures and mountains obscured insistently into a blue-white sky. There were the responses to the sound of the driller machines plunging formed into the sandy soil and the detestable openings through the squares of gorges a hundred yards not far-removed.

My arrangement to result in these current conditions isolated part had ascended in the midst of the last visit in Babylon, where I had made a comparative trek that Abraham had done from Ur to Noph. Tired by the dim thoughts of uneasiness that there was elsewhere to find the photo of God, I had spent the night at request of and expected to come back to Mountain Sinai that night. When I dropped, I was in a significant stagger and vulnerability. I fingered the Bible and read Psalm 73. Closing to the end, I made another stop.

Regardless, as for me, it is incredible

to be close God.

I have made the Sovereign Lord my haven;

I will relate each one of your deeds.

However, somehow I trusted I was losing something other than what's expected. I knew it was OK to feel like this, and there was a stillness that was holding me. I raced to Ephesians and accomplished our versicles 16.

Despite this,

take up the shield of certainty,

with which you can smother all the blasting

electrical discharges shrewd one.

Also, after that step by step as a marvelous sweetheart, I was there by Hebrews, "And since we have a phenomenal priest over the place of God, let us incline toward to God with a honest to goodness heart in full affirmation of certainty, having our hearts sprinkled to scour us from a sentiment of regret and having our bodies washed with unadulterated water".

After that I tolerating nothing for my experience as Luke has said to us. I could relax anyway the idea had strengthened me beyong what I would expect in Mt. Sinai after my last exercise. I came back to Jerusalem. I had figured the likelihood of California would leave and my last planning for the fraternity could be the crucial inspiration to hold. However in the meantime.

"This is just the predetermination of the people who trust in themselves", I let myself know, having as an essential concern Psalm 49; and I followed it with open reason.

The principle articulation of my uneasiness passed when I called the California Office of Tourism for a whole information package of the urban networks and towns, yet most indispensable about the California mountains. It was a hazardous progress, and I wound up careful that here was the course of action of praise and God, as my colleagues Pert, Joran, and my significant educators had said concerning the gather. It weighed on me so I recognized it completely. Regardless, I trusted I couldn't in any capacity, shape or frame go particularly from city dividers in Jesus' an awesome chance to the Old City without saying goodbye to my instructors Huld Behistta and Bloss Nippavris. As I did, I recalled my first walk around the City of David and Fish Gate, which took it three months to wrap up. Finding that Alderfonio, my hutkeeper in Hinnom Valley would surge there was that resonate: The Samaritans would not welcome him since he was gone to Jerusalem, I was sure he'd lively to see me. It looked like a flawlessness prune since all were there and smiled at me. A quality of peace and significant significance greatly lifted me that moment.

That night I was in the association of God. My dream, and myself were a bit of it. I was not drained. God's spirit and His lovely proximity was altogether completed me. I was listening His world, a universe of learning that had any kind of effect if you are a master or a virtuoso. To what extent I spent in His association I hadn't the foggiest, yet it was late when the sun so beguiling. I thought it was another morning. It wokes me up and I felt in a high mien.

After I got the information from the California Office of Tourism in Sacramento, I didn't comprehend it was four months since my last interest for my association - and to be recognized for the principle practice in Assyrian Asshior's school; anyway my instructors let me know before this thought of you could be answered by the awareness of yours, you will be permitted to return. I was about now unveil to him that these thoughts were a bit of my arrangement, anyway his right finger stood up as a cross and his voice seemed to start from the consecrated writing notwithstanding God's advancing divulgence through the regular inundation of coming "Leave this, you detestable soul!"

I got everything from Sacramento, anyway the lion's share I had constantly needed were of the mountain goals. I picked one mountain that I knew I would see God: the Miracle that He had anticipated thousands years back - it will be April third. Up to now I was calmed.

I met up at midnight this time at Los Angeles International Airport and spent whatever is left of the night at a motel. I read each one of the experiences about the maps of the Office of Tourism had sent me. I had my prop up breakfast on the lodge and in the essential light of morning I got out the motel.

With a stick, a backpack stacked up with the Bible, a compartment of unadulterated water from the Lake Urmia, and a hundred green menthol leaves from Hinnom Valley, my hutkeeper had given me. One individual down the hall uncovered to me that I was on the right route before I accomplish Santa Clarita Hills. So I passed Santa Clarita Hills and I kept walking around the street and street, as Paul's trip to Damascus.

Secure me, O God.

For in you I take refuge.

It was a long walk, 116 miles. I began to see urban networks from the maps and towns checked. Imperfection Vista, Swtelle, West Los Angeles, Westwood, Bel Air, Sherman Oaks, San Fernando Valley, Valencia, and Pico Canyon where I rested three hours.

The next morning, early, I began to walk, my mind on God. Out and out, the idea flew up before me. Following five hours, I walked around San Francisquito and significant into the stones.

As I drew near to Dry, the green timberland of Los Angeles was anchored with the clamminess of the most recent night and the light of the houses underneath. By then I saw the high mountain, unadulterated shake, and superb. I couldn't sit tight for the normal light of the sun, which the primary God knows. I dashed toward it, winding up climbing and climbing.

I transformed into a pool stacked up with feeling and risky creatures. The night was altogether completed me. Thinking about it, I began to feel that I had finally, genuinely watched the stars, which seemed, by all accounts, to be accurately the same as I had seen them in Jerusakem and Damascus, close to me. I never have see exorbitantly various of them so close, where God, I knew, was there watching me!

I was sitting tight for each one of those invigorating ramifications; to have reality perceived by my visit. Is God here really? Will God go before the day arrives?

Days passed.

Months returned and forward.

Toward the start of today, nevertheless, I knew there was no grass when I arrived 90 days earlier. It was warm, and there was a snake. It was outstandingly astounded to see me. I didn't consider it regardless. There was nothing else; both, I thought, were valuing our discussion and the rich surface of the grass and the light of the sun, which little by little was coming behind the horizon.

I took one of my hundred leaves and exhausted them with a little water. I saw I had only ten remaining. While I was there, feeling so exceptional and high, I saw furthermore that I was to a great degree high. On the most astounding purpose of the Mountain Rock, where the fragment of Palmdale and Lancaster took the road of limitation, one could see the square and the openings underneath down there.

I began to supplicate. God will come to-day. I was stunned at these words and at seeing all these unpleasant mountains: dim shaded, dim, blue, yellow, and plainly gold. They were by the layers years still that God will be there to-day.

I kept supplicating. Generous God, come, see me now.

A voice says, "By his knowledge, my respectable specialist will legitimize".

In any case, Please, God, come. I need to see you and to uncover to you I'll take after my service.

It was the multi day, controlled by the consistent peeling of forces underneath the interminable sky, it was after a short time passed on to me. A face appeared around the layers. His introduction was by then gotten by an impression, by then, by a little voice. What are you doing here, sir?

"I sit tight for my sidekick God."

"Here? In this place?"

"Undoubtedly. Here. In this place."

It appeared as though he had a thought yet he didn't state it. He wandered by me and sat. "I have to see him, too, sir."

I invited him to take one of my menthol gets out. He smiled and took one. Like two couples in fondness, we looked other and smiled at our examinations. I grasped them, and he understood mine.

God will come.

Hours passed. A little bit at a time one by one, the overall public from the valley and the landscape came. I watched them: women, mothers, siste