Glimpsing the Forest – M. Laycock

I remember a day when I stood on a high mountain top in the
middle of the Yukon Territory. I looked out over range after range of mountains
and forests and knew there were very few people out there looking back. It made
me feel small but it overwhelmed me with a sense of being part of something
huge – a creation so vast and beautiful that it made me weep.
I came to Christ in a tiny mission church in a far northern
corner of the Yukon. For about three years I attended Sunday services in a
small run-down building that held almost the entire Christian population of
that town, somewhere around 30 people. For those three years that was my entire
exposure to the Christian world.
Then my husband and I began to feel that God had something
planned for us and within a short time we found ourselves selling our home on
the banks of the Klondike river, loading up all of our worldly belongings,
including two little girls and a full-gown Husky dog, and making the long
journey south to attend Canada’s largest Bible College located in the middle of
the Canadian prairies.
I didn’t expect the culture shock that hit as we settled
into life in a place that was not only very different geographically, but also
culturally. Coming from a small town where there were very few Christians, it
was astounding to realize we now lived in a community where everyone was a
believer, from the postmaster to the mechanic, from the hairdresser to the
I remember standing on a street corner on that first Sunday,
watching more than 2,000 people walk toward the large building where Sunday
services were held. I remember standing in the congregation, in absolute awe at
the sound of those 2,000 voices singing praises to God. And I remember weeping.
I was once again standing on a mountain top and realized that the Christian
world was not small and insignificant, it was many and mighty. Suddenly I
glimpsed the whole forest.
It made me feel small, but it also overwhelmed me with the
knowledge that I was part of something huge, a part of God’s kingdom, a part of
the wider family of God.
There have been times, as a Christian writer, that I have
felt small, alone and isolated. I have wondered if there really was any
significance to what I did. But then I would hear reports of how God moved at a
large writers’ conference or hear about a response to a friend’s work or get an
email about my own work from someone in a foreign country, or be overwhelmed
with well-wishes from every corner of the continent and beyond, when I posted
news of signing a writing contract. And once again I would be on a mountain
top, glimpsing the forest, the vast congregation of God’s people, writing and
ministering for and with Him.
And I weep with the knowledge that I am privileged to be
part of it.
“Praise God in the great congregation; praise the Lord
in the assembly of Israel.”  Psalm
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