Last week I wrote about the first part of my journey to Colorado as part of a ministers’ retreat. I talked I led the worship service that brought us out of silence on Wednesday morning before lunch. I talked a little bit about my experience in Rocky Mountain National Park and my satisfying time of silence (an unusual occurrence for me). But little did I know that the best part of the retreat for me was yet to come.
What I neglected to remember was the air on a mountain is much thinner than the air down below, which makes climbing it a bit difficult. The “mountain climbing” actually meant hiking up a zig-zagging trail that led to the top. As luck would have it, the mountain trail was the only place in the area where I got cell phone reception, so as soon as we started up I got a call. It was my mother, so I had to take it, but the oxygen I expended on the phone call would have been better used to get me up the mountain.
The trail was 1.7 miles, so it took us awhile to make it to the top. Not all of our group summitted; a few were too worn out to finish and waited for us down below. Only my friend Scott and I made the vertical climb up the last 100 feet of rock to the top. And wow, was it worth it! The view was indescribable and the Rocky Mountains were simply breath-taking – even more than the climb itself! I had never seen such a vista in all my life, and I felt God in a new and powerful way. In the course of my job, I sometimes forget that I’m dependent on One who is so much more than I can never know. This was a reminder that God truly is the rock higher than I. I’m so thankful for my retreat and time away from the demands of my job. I have come back refreshed, humbled and ready to serve God, my rock and my redeemer.