Tuesday, August 17, 2004
Robert found himself at last at the edge of the cliff. His long hike and free-climb up the rock had taken all day, and he was hot and sweaty, and yet still anxious and exhilarated after the ordeal. He'd planned this trek for weeks - probably years, wanting deep inside to do something like this as long as he could remember.
He'd first seen the peak while driving around one the of the park's forest-lined two-lane blacktops, enjoying the breeze, the windows rolled down in his Mini-Cooper, listening to something on the XM "Audio Visions" channel. That's probably what set him on this particular quest - the movement of the car, the sensation of the sunshine, the music building to movie-soundtrack crescendo at the exact moment he rounded the bend to see this precipice in all its majesty, all its danger, all its glory.
He stepped closer to the edge, peering down at the valley below. An updraft caught him offguard, knocking him back a bit, bringing a little more reality to what he was planning to do. He sat down to drink some water, straighten his things, and pray.
- Father God, thank You for Your creation, for Your provision, for Your guidance in this kingdom-life. Thank You for the thrill of the moment, and for the steadiness of the daily walk. Thank You for being faithful in the midst of my many unfaithful times, and for forgiving me and grace-ing me in repentance and restoration. In You, I find my completion, O Lord - thank You... in Jesus' name, amen.
And he ran - hard, fast, sure and courageous. And he jumped - pushing purposefully away from the cliff into a purity of nothingness he'd never known before. After years of base-jumping, Robert had finally found the one ultimate test of his reliance on God - this time, the parachute was left on the ledge. And in the initial rush of wind, adrenaline and abandon, he didn't care.
"In order to surrender to the joy of soaring, one must get over the fear of falling."
[borrowed & paraphrased, Crystal Lewis, "For Such A Time As This"]