As sure as first light, the silvery mist rises from Scotland’s moors and mountains

and lingers all the day, past midnight blue. It is a perfumed haze, a glimpse of

the Son of Man himself, Jesus, Warrior and King—who walks in thin air across the land.

His footprints drip in the mist with fragrance as He lovingly lingers to awaken the seed

of the Scottish righteous, poets and soldiers, lovers and brothers—brutally blood-

bought with torn flesh. Arise, arise, oh, Scotland to sing the ancient song of salvation,

carved in beauty upon your meadows and shores. The redemptive anecdote is

whispered in the melody of the wind and gales upon the salty sea. His holy presence sheds

grace up-and-over your heathered-highlands, bogs, and green, rolling knolls patterned

with clear streams that race to the coast. This glorious show is but an inky shadow and a chip

of gold that gleams from a bloody wooden cross. Christ bled for freedom to set the

wild Scottish heart free. It was for freedom that He etched His beloved sacrifice

upon the misty, mossy moors and thundering mountains of Scotland.

Bonnie Saul Wilks

Blairmore House, Huntly, Scotland

“Since what may be known about God is plain to them, because God has made it plain to them. For since the creation of the world God’s invisible qualities—his eternal power and divine nature—have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that people are without excuse.” Romans 1:19-20

“It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery.” Galatians 5:1