Climbing the Wall

I just got back from being in Durango, CO and Moab, Utah for 3 weeks and it is quite the different experience than being in Texas. Now Other than the differences in the weather, (cool and dry v. hot and humid) the cultures are so much different. When one travels to another part of the world, or even their own country, it provides some serious culture shock.

But this isn't really what i wanted to discuss. More of what i wanted to talk about was the climbing that we did in Moab, and the faith we put into the tools that we use to keep us safe and alive. All that one even uses is a harness, and some ropes that you tie onto the harness. So why do people risk their lives for the passions they love? The answer is faith.

Faith is what we have that a rope will not snap or a knot will come undone, or a bolt will be yanked from the rocks. Just like in anything we do, we must have faith that the decisions we are making are safe and we will come out fairly unscathed on the otherside. But one cannot scale the side of a cliff on his own. It takes teamwork. Someone down below looking out for you. But they rely on you to pull yourself up as they hold you and keep you from falling. It is a two way street for sure.

This is just like our relationship with God. We may feel like we are alone, but he is on the ground below belaying us, holding the ropes, and we must have faith that he is there watching over us and that our ties to him cannot be broken. We are firmly secured with him, but that doesn't mean that we rely on him to do the work. Instead he calls us to go out and show his love for others through us. We are his surrogates. But we are not alone in the fight to the top.