
About 10 years ago I took a road trip from Atlanta with some guys to visit a friend who had moved out to Okalhoma. He had gotten to know a rock-climber-extraordinaire named John who had gotten him into rock climbing. So the natural thing to do while we were there was to take a trip to the Wichita Mountains for a climb.
I had done a little climbing in north Georgia, Tennessee, and North Carolina. But as we hiked deep into the wilderness, it was clear that I had no idea what I was in for. I had climbed a few rocks in my day.
But in comparison, these “rocks” were so big they could have broken off to create their own solar system.
John guided us like the pro that he was. He led the climb, and I followed two or three climbers behind him. About 600-feet into the 900-foot climb, I got my foot stuck in a gap. Because of the way it was positioned I couldn’t twist it out without taking my weight off of it. But seeing as how my other foot was dangling where there was no step, I was in a pinch. I though about just pushing away from the rock and then swinging across the rock. But that was a bad idea, too, because of the LARGER rock that was about 20 feet to my right. If I had jumped, that rock would have been my emergency brake…or emergency break. I would have left the mountain with more pieces of bone in my body than I had brought in that morning.
To this day that was the most terrified I’ve been in all my life that my physical body was grave danger. I was trembling, and I just could not think of a way down that didn’t involve the spilling of blood.
Fear is a devil. It is a real tool that our enemy uses to squelch our effectiveness, vision, and boldness.
Fear kills.
So we have to kill it back.
More to come…