One day I decided to go on a spiritual hike. I chose a hike to Joffre Lakes Provincial Park. The goal was to have a spiritual experience and so in my infinite wisdom, I chose to fast at the same time. This was apparently going to help me be closer to God. Well, I set off with my jugs of water, an old pair of hiking boots on my feet, and with anticipation of what God would show me. It wasn’t five minutes into the hike when the mosquitoes started in on me. Slap, slap, slap. I walked faster. They flew faster. “I can do this,” I said. Ten minutes later the back part of my old hiking boot sole let go. Flop, flop, flop. I slowed down. The mosquitoes caught up. “I can do this,” I said with a little less gusto. Ten minutes more and my stomach started growling. I drank some water. I didn’t feel better. My head started hurting. I sat down on a rock and cried. “I can’t do this,” I said. Thirty minutes later I was at a restaurant scarfing down a delicious calzone.
Who shall ascend the hill of the Lord? Well you can count me out. I’m going to need you to descend that mountain, Lord, or else I don’t have a chance.
Lord, thank you for descending to me in Jesus. Amen. — EP