31 Days: Pathway to Perseverance - Just Keep Climbing

Although there seems to be no information and a lot of controversy around the origin of the song, Climb, Climb Up Sunshine Mountain continues to be a Sunday School favorite. It happens to be a song that I long to sing to my grandson, often. The simple lyrics provide a poignant explanation about the path heavenward. 

In our Christian walk we have to be willing to push through opposition and resistance. We have to be willing to climb, allow our faces to glisten with the sweat of good work and the tenacity it takes to reach our end goal.  And, we need to take along another person, or a whole parade of people with us. When we reach the top, together we will reap the prize.


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