I wasn't in class on Thursday, because I was backpacking to the summit of Mount Whitney. It was a sick trip. While I was surrounded by snow and rock up at 14,000 feet, I hallucinated a little bit. I saw faces in the rocks. They weren't trying to hurt me, they were just minding their own business. After I came out of that trance, and calmed down at the summit, I had a revelation. There is no way, no matter how you try to avoid it or talk your way out of it, there is NO way that God does not exist. I had doubted this before. But after the landscape had absorbed me into it as I experienced Alpine Glow at 5:00 a.m., and the full moon rising from behind the peak of a mountain, and the reflection of moon beams on the snow lighting it up so that we could clearly see a path in the middle of the night, I have no doubt. My Lord, who I had been running away from for years had shown Himself to me. I refuse to run any longer. And I have an idea for a confession now.
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