From time to time, I hear Christians talking about their “mountain top” experience. What they mean is an exceptionally good spiritual event. It could be as varied as answered prayer or leading somebody to faith in Christ. It’s all very well to have such experiences but we’d grow bored if they occurred daily.
I also had an experience on top of Sulphur Mountain which I treasure for its rareness. Having poor sight, I can’t see wildlife plainly unless the creatures are close to me. At times, I was able to bribe animals to come to me, as in the case of the squirrels in Toronto back in 1975. Other times, I wasn’t allowed to feed the creatures but they came close to me. Such was the case with the mountain sheep I saw while on vacation in 1988.
On a sunny afternoon in September, after the crowds had left, I stayed at a hotel in Banff National Park. There were only a few tourists but we enjoyed our ride in the gondola, both going to the top and back. As we walked on the wooden sidewalks provided for us, I watched as a few female mountain sheep wandered around the gondola station. I took plenty of photos of these beautiful animals, including the one at the top of this page.
At one point, one of them came up to the boardwalk with her lamb within three feet of me. As they stood gazing at me through the bars of the railing, I took their photo. For a brief second, it was like we had some sort of connection with each other. Then both mountain sheep wandered off to lie down in the late summer sunlight.
As with other sublime moments I’ve had, I’ll never forget how special that meeting was. In the grand scheme of things, it’s inconsequential. To me however, that day has profound meaning.
I’ve mentioned my love of God’s wondrous creation in my three memoirs. The first two are available at the Bruce Atchison’s books page. How I Was Razed: A Journey from Cultism to Christianity is at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and Virtual Bookworm Publishers.