Moving Mountains

     After our dinner break at the ski slope, we were ready for the night session. The temperature had dropped 15 degrees, and I had no scarf or cover for my chinny chin chin. We had driven down the mountain for fast food, and as I was driving back up, I veered into a ski shop parking lot.

   "I need a ski mask," I told the crew, hopping out of the car.

   "Why?" asked one of the kids.

   "So I can rob a bank."

    I entered the store, where a nice young salewoman with a nosering asked me if she could help me.

    "I am about to night ski, and I am already cold. What do you have for my face?"

    I am grateful she didn't suggest plastic surgery, or a nose ring. She led me to face masks, which have a fancy name starting with B, but all my friend Danielle and I could think to call them were "baklava", which I believe is actually a delicious pastry.

    The saleswoman showed me my choices and then looked at me.

    "I think you need a junior size," she said,  handing me an extra small. This means my head is the size of a toddler's.

"The good thing is," she added, "They are cheaper than adult sizes."

     I know what you are thinking, and believe me, I have wondered myself. Does head size correlate with brain size...and what are the implications for intellectual development? I am thinking, not good.

     "Are you sure I don't need one the size of perhaps a five year old?" I asked.

     "Try on the extra small," she urged.

     It fit. Oh well. There are worse things than being a pin head....like being a butt head and most of the time I am not that. Good things do sometimes come in small packages, even extra small packages at times.

     Look at faith, for example. Jesus tells His disciples though their faith be as small as a mustard seed, it is large enough to move mountains. I skied joyfully down the mountain thinking of small things, little joys that bubble over and grow. Small hopes and dreams that slowly build, and little faith that can one day move mountains. I watched Asherel and her friends snowboard like pros, and remembered how once they could not go a foot without falling.

     A lady crashed into me and Danielle when we stood in a ski line. She was unable to stop or even stay upright on her skis. Danielle said, "It's ok. We all have been there. We all started that way."

     Little things have such a lovely potential of growing.

     I was toasty warm. Danielle had a matching "Baklava", so we sat like two Bobsey Twin bank robbers on the ski lift. The night was dark, and the snow was bright. I told Danielle as we slowly rose towards the stars that I felt like I was in a cocoon, bundled in all my ski clothes and my face tucked behind my extra small ski mask.

Matthew 17:20 NIV

He replied, "Because you have so little faith. Truly I tell you, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there,' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."