Blessed be the Lord, my rock,
who trains my hands for war,
and my fingers for battle;
he is my steadfast love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer,
my shield and he in whom I take refuge,
who subdues peoples under me.
O Lord, what is man that you regard him,
or the son of man that you think of him?
Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.
Bow your heavens, O Lord, and come down!
Touch the mountains so that they smoke!
[Psalm 144:1-5 ESV]
According to my notes this was the correct location, but I saw no trail. There was only a paved road heading up the mountain. “Ok,” I thought, “Not what I expected, but let's get moving.” I hit the start button on my watch, ran through the archway, and on up the road. This mountain area was beautiful, and I understood why they call it a butterfly mountain. Butterflies were everywhere - many colors and sizes. How would I ever convey this to others?
In my devotions this morning, dear old Spurgeon had quoted Deuteronomy 5:24, “The Lord our God hath shewed us his glory.” I was beginning to see His radiance even as I began my ascent of Wutong Mountain along an uninspiring roadway. The overlooks were becoming increasingly breathtaking. At some point, a trail appeared on my left. I immediately followed it off into the green foliage. At this point, I found that my “trail” was paved, as well. It was paved in cut stone, flat along level and modest changes up or down. However, anything more severe than a 3-5 degree shift was finished as a cut stone stairway. There were a few exceptions to this, where a cascade of boulders provided a natural stairway, or a massive root structure provided an interesting means of climbing and ascending vertically to the trail section above. But for the most part – stone all along the trail portions. So, I followed the trail that I had found that had meandered off to my left. Eventually, this spilled back onto the paved road and I continued my climb. Although the road was just a road, the surrounding views were unbelievably beautiful.
When I had entered this area and began my run, it was sunny with a few puffy clouds and temperatures hovering in the upper 80sF with high humidity. It was warm, but I was looking for a heat workout, and this would do just fine. As I continued upward, a mist began rising. I was drenched in sweat but kept ascending. Eventually, I came to a place in the road with a small parking area and signs with maps of the park. Here I spotted another trail going off to my right and climbing significantly upward. I was more than ready. Off I went. A light rain began to fall as I left the road to run up a fairly steep ascent along a path of hundreds of stairs. The rain was increasing as I climbed. I took a few pictures, but eventually stowed my camera for fear that I would damage it with rain. Along my trail, I crossed above a plaza about two-thirds of the way up. Here I saw the final ascent to bring me near the summit, and many more stairs to climb, seemingly stairs without number. I just set my mind to climb, and maintained a steady rhythm. Who had laid all these stairs? It boggled my mind. The rain was increasing even more, and was coming down hard. As I neared the summit I could feel the roar of thunder and see lightening flash. I was growing a little concerned. I reached the end of the stairs and made my way onto a level area very near the summit. Here I found “The Heavenly Pond”. It was a small pond with a large boulder in the center and an inscription. I snapped a picture to document how far I'd come, and decided to descend quickly in the growing storm that was swirling around. Just at this moment, I encountered three Chinese young men who had come up behind me on the stairs. They were drenched and looked alarmed by the wild, crazy weather all around us - the thunder and lightening, and hard driving rain. I yelled through the storm and said we needed get moving down the infinite stairs that we had just climbed, and head off the mountain. I took off down and they followed. Eventually they faded in the distance behind me.
By the time I reached the archway at the entrance to the park, I was all in; very tired and mighty hungry. Then it occurred to me that given the size of the village at the base of Wutong Mountain, it might be difficult to find a taxi. I began walking through the village hoping to find a means of getting back to the hotel. After almost 45 minutes, a taxi sailed past me with passengers. I hailed the driver guessing that the driver would love to find a return fare back to Shenzhen. I was right. He came back within minutes, after dropping his other customers. I was on my way back to my hotel and a good meal. I had covered 10.22 miles in 3:42 hours, ascending 5454 feet and descending 5429.
I thought back to Spurgeon. For this morning he had written,
Thank God, then, if you have been led by a rough road: it is this which has given you your experience of God’s greatness and lovingkindness. Your troubles have enriched you with a wealth of knowledge to be gained by no other means: your trials have been the cleft of the rock in which Jehovah has set you, as he did his servant Moses, that you might behold his glory as it passed by. Praise God that you have not been left to thedarkness and ignorance which continued prosperity might have involved, but that in the great fight of affliction, you have been capacitated for the outshinings of his glory in his wonderful dealings with you.
[Morning and Evening – Morning July 11, Charles Spurgeon]