One of our favorite games to play as kids was “King of the Mountain”. While not one of us knuckle-heads was actual royalty, and the “mountain” was really just a small hill near my home in central Kansas, we would spend hours trekking up and falling down said hill. The object of the game was quite simple: to climb to the top of the “mountain” and maintain your position there by whatever means were necessary. There were basically two rules. The first was that we had to wear our stocking caps in the winter, because that’s what our moms told us to do. The second was that we had to stop playing, at least for a little while, if someone started bleeding or crying.
So often, as adults, we play a similar “game” in life. We continually seek the higher positions in society, all the while not considering or caring about who we might need to put down to get there. The results can be brutal and bloody and lead to all kinds of hurt.
In this short series of writings, we will be looking at this idea of “King of the Mountain” through some stories from the Bible. Perhaps you remember the Tower of Babel and people like King Herod. We’ll also see what Jesus said about all of this.
So, check back regularly. And, as always, thanks for reading!