The Cliff

“How would you like to step off a cliff with me today?”

Are you sure that’s what you’d like to do Lord? We have other options today. We could have devotions together. We could pray with some of our buddies. We could tell a few strangers about you.

“Ya, we could. But every now and again I just like blessing you.  Let’s go to the cliff.”

The cliff. You know Lord, cliff and blessing don’t seem to belong in the same sentence. Cliff and danger work for me. I’ve got some friends who will say, “Cliff and stupid are a pair.” I know you like this kind of stuff. Just realize that I don’t have the luxury of seeing beyond the cliff.

“I know. Why do you think I want to take you there? When you get to the cliff, what do you think I want you to see?”

Well for one thing, it’s an invitation to the impossible. I guess that’s what I see.  That’s also my point of resistance.

“I don’t need to take you to the cliff for you to know it’s impossible. You know that now. What is it about going there, being there, actually stepping off the edge? What do you think I want you to see?”

My face on the canyon bottom?

“Nice one. That’s pretty good. Now be serious.”

To be honest Lord, every time we go to the cliff I ask you the same thing. Why are we doing this? You never tell me.

“That’s true. And every time you’ve survived. So what did you see in each of those times?”

Honestly? I don’t know. My eyes were closed. Honestly. I really hate heights.

“Fair enough...What did you sense?” 

You. I sensed you. You were with me. I could feel you holding me up. 

“Why do you think I want to take you to the cliff?”