Mountaintop Memory by Neville G. Martin

It was a long hard pull getting to the top of the mountain, a two hour train ride to the little picturesque Swiss village.

Upon leaving the train I heard the announcement from the loudspeakers in German, Swiss, French and broken English.

" The seats were going to be taken out of the passenger cars. The train would be used
to haul the fresh milk to the city down in the valley. Something about the milk tram
being broken and they were going to have to use the passenger train. The train would
return for us in about five hours."

I watched the smoothness of the workers removing the seats and the beginning of the loading of the milk cans onto the now converted passenger train and I was thinking to myself, perhaps the broken tram has been broken for some time. The end of World War Two would be a good guess.

After a short walk around the little quaint Swiss village I put my camera and a newly purchased schnitzel sandwich in my backpack and headed out of the village for a mountaintop hike.

Just walking along a trail admiring the scenery, at least two miles away from any form of civilization, then it happened. Music.

Music, yes musical chimes, everywhere around me. I was surrounded and engulfed with beautiful chimes. It was like Angels were ringing bells and chimes in anticipation of a coming announcement from heaven.

Where is the music coming from? I slipped toward the far edge of the trail and looked over into the beautiful green valley below. Then, I smiled and thought this is like heaven. It is like Angels playing the ringing chimes.

The milk cows on both sides of the valley, each with her own bell with it's own sound were awakening from a mid-morning rest and they began to graze among the luscious mountain grass. With each bite of grass and with each step a bell would ring.

If God can speak through a donkey, He can surely use cows to play heavenly music.

I left that mountaintop with tears in my eyes and the sound of heaven in my heart.

Some day I will return to the mountaintop, to listen to the Angels play heavenly music; and walk with the Lord along the mountain trail to look upon the beauty He has made.