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A modern apostrophe to the mountains reminds us of a text from the Psalms: “I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the Lord who made heaven and earth. He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepth these will not slumber.” (Psalm 121:1-3) Before us are those hills at the crossroads of the West—with their sure footing and their refusal to be moved by the winds of strange doctrine—hills with their strength, their peace, and their quiet assurance—hills that do not run to and from, chasing false Utopias, following after blind leaders—hills that turn neither to the right hand nor to the left, but stand with calm majesty on rock foundations, no matter what storms may be raging around them—hills that quietly speak age-old truth to all who will listen and learn. “God give me mountains, and strength to climb up.”
