Tomorrow...at about 6 AM (but leaving home down here in the Denver area about 4:10 AM)...several friends will be joining me for a climb up Mt. Bierstadt...14,060' above sea level. What a kick. Prayers are welcome. :-)
Ryan laid down the challege. Mike (...all the way from Vancouver, BC...!) and Mark and Luke and Britt and Ken and Pam have joined in. Anyone else want to come along? All are welcome...!!!
The picture is borrowed from some good friends who did the climb last Saturday.
It's 9:07 PM as I begin this blog post. One week ago (which IS just about 168 hours back from this very moment) the Texas guys (Shane, Cory, J.T. and Shawn--except Shawn is not from Texas...but these are four men I care about and respect) and I were up in Rocky Mountain National Park having done a sanctified sneak into a small conference at the huge YMCA Camp up in Estes Park where a new friend, Alan Hirsch, was speaking. We were there at the generous invite of my good friend, Hugh Halter...who is planning all kinds of sacred fun and trouble for future days with Alan and company (...don't miss this exceptional post on Alan's blog).
Yesterday someone asked how our summer had been going. Last night, as I was shutting down my day, I reflected, with deep thanksgiving, that this has been a rich, full, rewarding series of days...personally...as a couple...with friends...and within all our God has called us to be and do. I don't know that I've had a more meaningful summer in my 65 years.
Spirit of God, again we come as sons and we need you; we come as daughters and we ask for your life. You are our God. You are our creator. You have made us something out of nothing. Free us so we no longer complain about what is not given. We know, God, what is given and we can no longer deny it. Make signs of hope, Jesus, for this world, so that the world will not destroy itself. Give us faith to believe, Creator, not in just some new, happy life, not in some good fortune in the future, but give us faith in the now that seems so empty.
Give us hope that you are what we suspect you should be: love as we understand it. Father, perhaps there is something else going on here. We dare to want to see it and want to believe it. Perhaps there is graciousness here. All we know is that we, who were once nothing, are now something, and you, God of life, have made it so. We are so grateful.