Trusting God Always Involves Risk
Years ago, when I was struggling with trusting Jesus, a dear friend told me a story. If memory serves me correctly, the story is true.
It seems a mountain climber and his Sherpa guide, were well into a treacherous mountain ascent. Although it was not snowing at the time, there was deep ice and snow everywhere. It was bitterly cold. The ledge they used as an excuse for a 'foot path' was so narrow, that one foot had to be carefully placed in front of the other.
To miss step was to fall hundreds of feet to a certain death.
The Sherpa knew the route well. Tied to his guide, the climber made sure he placed his own feet in the Sherpa's imprint. Sometimes he would hold onto the Sherpa's backpack to keep himself steady. The higher they climbed, the more dangerous the path became, the more rocks loosened and fell, and the slower they moved.
Abruptly, the Sherpa disappeared into a pitch black cave in the side of the mountain. Without missing a beat, he walked confidently into the complete darkness.
But the climber could see nothing. Just black. He pulled on the Shepa's backpack.
"We need to stop!" yelled the climber.
"Why?"
"I can't SEE!"
The Sherpa stopped. Turning his head he said, "If you only trust me when it is light, and you can see where I am going, then you don't trust me at all."
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So now, when those Dark Cave Moments come, I grab Jesus' backpack, close my eyes, and (risk) trusting God. Especially when I can't see a thing.
Is Jesus your Guide?
Brooke
