The top of Magnolia bluff is about 300 feet above the main road that runs in front of the community, and when you’re returning home there’s no way to avoid climbing the hill.
You can’t see it in this picture, but just where the road curves off to right near the top there’s a final push, where the grade hits about 20% for a couple of blocks. Last week a buddy and I tried biking the hill, climbing straight up. We got about 40 yards shy of the top before the grade just killed us, making our legs feel like jello while we nearly fell over on our bikes from a complete lack of forward momentum. Alas, we had no domestiques on hand to ride behind us and literally push us up the rest of the way, so my friend and I gave up and walked to the top. There are few feelings of weakness and misery that can match those felt while having to push your racing bike up a hill! Despite all this pain and exertion, I have to get to the top of that hill every day. It’s my home, and it’s where I want to be. The best parts of my day await me at the top of the hill. Quitting or staying at the bottom aren’t really options for me.
Fortunately for me and my poor legs, there are more roads than one that lead to the top. The one I typically follow winds its way around the hill, coiling almost entirely around it as it climbs the 300 feet. Meandering up a nice, gentle 6% grade is far easier on my ITB than hammering up the wall. At times, it almost seems pleasurable.
In case the obviousness of the parable hasn’t already manifested itself to you…
The Kingdom of God is our city on a hill that cannot be hid, nor moved. It is our ultimate goal and destination and home, and there is no way to it but up.