Hello readers of my very first blog post! You being here
means that you are likely related to me in some way and that you are bored enough to
see why in the world I have decided to start blogging. Well, regardless of what
brought you here, thanks for showing up!
I’ve been thinking about blogging for a while, mostly because
I need an outlet for the thoughts that are always rolling around my brain. The
content of this site will likely be as disjointed and diverse as those thoughts
are, but I hope you will find something that can amuse, inspire, or encourage
you here.
You may be wondering about the name of the name of this
blog. This name was one which floated around in my head every time I thought
about starting a blog. It comes from one of my favorite pieces from 18th
century Scottish poet Robert Burns:
Farewell to the
Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands
The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild-deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I go.
Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.
My heart's in the Highlands
Now, if you know me at all (which I will assume you do,
since you are here) you probably know that I am pretty proud of my heritage,
and have a weakness for all things Scottish. But my love of this poem goes
deeper than the romantic idea of roaming across heather-covered hills. Burns’
evident longing for his homeland makes me think of the Highlands that are my
true homeland.
It is not a stretch to call
heaven “the Highlands”. Isaiah prophesied that: “In the last days the mountain
of the Lord’s temple will be established as the highest of the mountains; it
will be exalted above the hills, and all nations will stream to it. Many
peoples will come and say, “Come, let us go up to the mountain of the Lord, to
the temple of the God of Jacob. He will teach us his ways, so that we may walk
in his paths.” (Isaiah 2:2-3)
In studying ethics, we often will
label an action as being on “ethical high ground” – meaning that action is
tucked safely within ethical bounds, far from the precipice of the foggy gray
zone. Sometimes, it can be hard to find that high ground through the fog, but I
am convinced that the key to navigating tricky terrain is found in the above
verse – “He will teach us his ways, so that we may walk in his paths.”
So, my goal for this blog is to
keep my “Heart in the Highlands” – whatever I write about, I will write from
the perspective that my citizenship is in heaven, and I eagerly await the
return of my Savior from there. (Phil 3:20) Thanks for joining me on this
journey!
Further up and further in!