And if these mountains had eyes, they would wake to find two strangers in their fences, standing in admiration as a breathing red pours its tinge upon earth's shore. These mountains, which have seen untold sunrises, long to thunder praise but stand reverent, silent so that man's weak praise should be given God's attention.
by Donald Miller
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In Donald Miller's "Through Painted Deserts," the author reflects on the majesty of nature, particularly mountains, and their silent witness to the beauty of creation. The imagery evokes a scene where two strangers stand in awe, surrounded by the vibrant red hues of a sunset. This moment of admiration highlights the deep connection between humanity and the natural world, emphasizing that even the most magnificent landscapes are humble, choosing to remain quiet and reverent.

Miller suggests that these mountains, having experienced countless sunrises, deserve their rightful praise. However, they prefer to remain silent, creating a space for human acknowledgment of God's grandeur. The message conveys that while people may offer their weak praises, it is essential to recognize the divine beauty that lies beyond mere admiration, encouraging a deeper reflection on the relationship between God, nature, and humanity.

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