Sometime back the sermon on Sunday started with a story about a mountain climber, climbing alone. Instead of stopping for the night he continues climbing as it is getting dark. Night falls, it is dark and getting cold, but he continues to climb and it is getting colder. Then, the climber falls. The climber is caught by his rope, but it is dark and cold and he cannot see below him. Although, the climber was not a religious person he called out to God and said, “God, if you are there, save me.” The climber heard an audible voice that said, “Cut the rope.” The climber looked below him, nothing but black abyss…he cannot see anything and it is getting colder. Again, the climber calls out to God, “If that is really you, God, save me.” Again, the climber heard the voice, “cut the rope.” But the climber, even though he could reach his knife, would not pull it out and cut the rope…he could not see what was below him, he could not bring himself to trust the voice.
The next morning a group of climbers found him dangling from his rope frozen to death…just 5 feet above the ground.
How many times in my life do I cry out to God, he answers and I pretend I don’t hear, or I just ignore his answer? How many times is there a nudge in my heart that I just pretend is indigestion?!?