Mount Saint Helens belched gray steam plumes hundreds of feet into the blue Washington sky. Geologists watched their seismographs in growing wonder as the earth danced beneath their feet. Rangers and state police, sirens blaring, herded tourists and residents from an ever-widening zone of danger. Every piece of scientific evidence being collected in the laboratories and on the field predicted the volcano would soon explode with a fury that would leave the forests flattened.
"Warning!" blared the loudspeakers on the patrol cars and helicopters hovering overhead. "Warning!" blinked battery- powered signs at every major crossroad. "Warning!" pleaded radio and television announcers, shortwave and citizen-band operators. "Warning!" echoed up and down the mountain, and lakeside villages, tourist camps and hiking trails emptied as people heard the warnings and fled for their lives.
But Harry Truman refused to budge. Harry was the caretaker of a recreation lodge on Spirit Lake, five miles north of Mt. Saint Helens's smoke-enshrouded peak. The rangers warned Harry of the coming blast. Even Harry's sister called to talk sense into the old man's head. But Harry ignored the warnings. From the picture-postcard beauty of his lakeside home reflecting the snow- capped peak overhead, Harry grinned on national television and said, "Nobody knows more about this mountain than Harry and it don't dare blow up on him..."
On May 18,1980, as the boiling gases beneath the mountain's surface bulged and buckled the landscape to its final limits, Harry Truman cooked his eggs and bacon, fed his sixteen cats the scraps, and began to plant petunias around the border of his freshly mowed lawn. At 8:31 a.m. the mountain exploded.
Did Harry regret his decision in that millisecond he had before the concussive waves, traveling faster than the speed of sound, flattened him and everything else for 150 square miles? Did he have time to mourn his stubbornness as millions of tons of rock disintegrated and disappeared into a cloud reaching ten miles into the sky? Did he struggle against the wall of mud and ash fifty feet high that buried his cabin, his cats and his freshly mowed lawn -- or had he been vaporized when the mountain erupted with a force 500 times greater than the nuclear bomb which leveled Hiroshima?
Now, Harry is a legend in the corner of Washington where he refused to listen. He smiles down on us from posters and T-shirts and beer mugs. Balladeers sing a song about old Harry, the stubborn man who put his ear to the mountain but would not heed the warnings. (Billy Graham, Approaching Hoofbeats, pp. 13-14.)
One day a man came to Jesus and asked "Good Master, what good thing shall I do, that I may have eternal life?" Jesus told him to keep the commandments. The man replied that he had kept the law from his youth. So what did he yet lack. "Jesus saith unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go [and] sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come [and] follow me. But when the young man heard that saying, he went away sorrowful: for he had great possessions" (Matthew 19:22).
Jesus Christ told us that He is the Life. Usually we think of the gift of Eternal Life. But more than that Jesus calls us to live a different life in the here and now. He lived the perfect life and the most fulfilled life. He calls us to the same. We should heed His voice and come away and live as He did. Most people really don't want to leave their old life and commit. Think of how different the life of the man in Matthew 19 would have been had he followed Christ. Others, like Harry Truman, ignore the call altogether. They can't be bothered and they never see it coming.
Life in Christ is easier than life in our own wisdom. Jesus said "I am come that they might have life, and that they might have [it] more abundantly (John 10:10). Life in Christ brings hope. It brings purpose. It brings peace that the rest of the world cannot understand.
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