Climbing a mountain will cost you...
If you use logic…it’s absurd really. To devote a perfectly good day to leave the comfort and safety of your home or hotel to risk your life and limb to walk with a heavy bag on your back. To willingly surrender 24-48 hours of your life for no other purpose but to exhaust yourself and waste a valuable chance to catch up on some real ‘work’ on your garage or lawn.
It’s not something you do casually. Takes time to train, plan, and prepare. There’s the weather to consider, supplies to purchase, gear to get. You need a partner to walk with and the freedom in your schedule to go find a mountain, acclimate your lungs and then actually do a 7 or 8 hour hike to the top.
Even if you do go to the trouble to prep for and arrive at a mountain trail… it will take a supreme effort of will to push yourself past the first three hours of freezing night-time (3 am departure) hiking. Often necessary to make the summit in time to beat the thunderstorm and lightening risk of a summer afternoon at high altitude.
If you manage to make it past sunrise and keep going up… the battle of will begins.
Mind shrieking at you to just slow down… rest. STOP! Legs and lungs stretched and wheezing to the limit. The goal of reaching the peak lost in the haze of fir and forest obscuring your view, roots and rocks have turned your ankles a dozen times and tripped your extra firm hiking boots even more often.
The lead that seems to be buried in your backpack has been gaining weight with each mile as the available O2 has evaporated somewhere…and you’re wondering if you really needed all that stuff you brought. With growing anxiety you start to notice the new sounds and smells on the air, listening for wild animals or bears…half hoping, half dreading you’re going to find them.
The ground starts to get steeper and your feet heavier as you push past breakfast to late morning. The rocks are now getting much bigger, huge slabs sheared off the cliff face nearby, interrupted by streams of runoff and fields of little round flat rocks, like tiles from a roof piled as deep as your waist on the side of the trail….remnants of last winter and the natural slides of snow and rock lay across your trail. Slick and unsteady, shale making for even slower progress as your lungs shrink in the upper atmosphere and your worn out legs go as soft & rubbery as hot plastic.
It’s about then that you seriously consider turning back. Mind games playing tricks on you… maybe the trails blocked ahead anyway. The weather looks bad. How much further could it be, have their been any recent bear attacks on this trail ?
It’s all you can do to just put one foot in front of another.… face down, shoulder’s chaffing from the straps biting into your back, your hot, sweaty, sticky and cold. Wind and sun making you feel every extreme of temperature and climate as you go.
It’s crazy to climb a mountain. Crazy to dream you could do something like this…
The old calf muscle injury is screaming at you to slow down, your trick knee is flame. The shirt under your fleece pullover is soaking with your sweat and your face is burning from the sting of constant wind. Your breath is gone… talking, joking, laughing is a distant memory. All you can do is wheeze, step… Wheeze and step…. lean, forward… breathe. Hold… push that pack back one more time, lift your foot, bend that knee… one next step at a time…
And then the sky opens up.... like a golden blue panorama of light and crystal glory. A vista of beauty as far as your watering eyes can squint and see. The trees fade to shrub and then to delicate tundra as you notice the awe-inspiring images of brilliant almost neon bright flowers springing from the stone cracks… the outline of an eagles silent glide, the shadow of ancient snow piled deep in the corners of hidden rock.
The wind becomes firmer in your face and the air as fresh as Eden itself. Life is literally exploding around you and suddenly you feel ready to ‘run ‘ up the final quarter of a mile. No more fatigue. No more struggle… only an exuberant joy and satisfaction at having come.
The fatigue of your journey forgotten, the pain no more. Only the warmth and gratitude of seeing something extraordinary with fresh eyes. The ‘epiphany’ of the mountain top burns fresh hope and happiness through the clouds of sorrow and discouragement that hovered so near for so long.
That’s why I climb mountains.
I see beauty and it restores me.
I feel the nearness of my God.
I sense the grandeur of life and the intricate and intimate details of creation, knowing deep in my soul that I’m a part of this endless tapestry.
But it all hinges on taking ‘one-more-step’.
I don’t know if your running out of hope for your marriage, a career, your church, yourself, or your kid… but let me encourage you to go to the ‘mountain’ of God.
Read with Him there. Find your restored self again and don’t stop taking that ‘-one-more-step”! The view ahead is going to be spectacular! I promise. 🙂