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Entry 80: El Picacho

Photo taken on El Picacho in Panama

Photo taken on El Picacho in Panama

Location: Sorá, Panama

“Whoa, how do we get up there?”

Our eyes immediately fell upon the highest peak we could find. El Picacho towered over the rest of the hilly terrain. It didn’t take but 2 minutes for us to decide that the summit was our goal for the week. None of us knew how to get there, how tall it was, or if it was dangerous or safe. Nevertheless, after those two minutes, it was decided.

Something that nags at me is the fact that if I was alone, I could have shrugged it off. El Picacho didn’t have to be a big deal to me. If it would have become a big hassle to get to the top then I probably would have dropped it. Fortunately, Aris and Emmanuel - my fellow travellers for the week, weren’t going to drop it so easily. To those guys, seeing was achieving. There was never a question of if we were going to make it.

Our plans were quickly spread amongst the neighbors in an attempt to find the surest route. Several discouraged the steep climb, but one suggested a guide. Early one morning, she took the liberty of calling a friend who could take us up. Peter, who we soon met, agreed to take us to the top if we could leave in fifteen minutes. The three of us weren’t close to ready to go, but it was now or never.

Fifteen minutes later, Peter pulled up in his car as we shoved water bottles into our packs and laced our shoes. The hike ended up being a scramble through the jungle over loose dirt and rocks. The humidity hit us instantly, but the sweat was well worth it at the breezy summit. From the top we looked out over the foggy hills.

In three days our idea became a reality. A mountain I’d never heard of four days ago in a country I had no plans of being in four weeks before. Often times we have no clear vision of which mountains we will be climbing or where we will face them. The challenge might be a welcome one or dreaded. The fact is when you see it you have to face it. Fortunately, I had a couple of guys with me who were driven to face the challenge and because of them, I’ve seen a new mountaintop with new rocks under my feet. El Picacho: seen and achieved. 

Entry 66: WWRD

            Take a minute to describe the character of Jesus. My guess is that you came up with a list of words similar to this:

·      Loving

·      Compassionate

·      Approachable

·      Forgiving

·      Gentle

·      Etc.

            If you have read the Gospels then this is a likely, albeit vague, sense of Jesus’ character. As Christians, one of our constant goals is to adopt these characteristics. To be like Jesus is the Christian emotional equivalent of finding El Dorado. Unlike the forgotten city, we know exactly how to find it. There is a virtual map written in the Bible. Nevertheless, we are terrible at it.

            Apparently, one map (no matter how clearly defined) isn’t enough for us. Perhaps we need more reminders, something a little more tangible than a wristband that shouts WWJD each time you accidentally catch your wrist on a door handle.

            Where can you find an example like that? Who is that loving and forgiving? To be honest, I can think of a substantial list of names who are better at it than I am, but at a Jesus-level of love… not many. As a matter of fact, in seeking out a being that is exceedingly loving, approachable, and gentle, I can think of only one. His name is Rowdy and he’s my golden retriever.

            Before you get too upset, let me be clear that I’m not calling Jesus a dog. I’ve simply come to the recent conclusion that my dog might be better at being like Jesus than I am. Here is my thought process:

Approachable:

            Jesus was the epitome of love on this earth. Though you may not personally know Rowdy, I can assume that you’ve been met a dog of a similar caliber. I can also assume that you have seen children flock to a new dog, showering it with hugs and kisses as it mildly stands accepting all that love and returning it in kind.

            Jesus had a constant following. People loved him because he could be approached. Think about the last time you went up to a stranger on the street. Can you even think of one? Now think about the last time you pet a dog you didn’t know. I rest my case.

Forgiving:

            No matter how long we separate ourselves from Jesus, we can always go back. His forgiveness is continuous. The parable of the prodigal son illustrates this level of forgiveness that is rarely seen or experienced. When I forgive somebody, it has never been with tears of joy. Rather, it is more likely to be with bitterness and even contempt. Rowdy, however, is different.

            I do not get to visit Rowdy very often any more. Usually there are months between my visits. But he doesn’t forget about me, much less does he treat me with contempt upon my return. In fact, he is usually so excited that he cries out with joy. It doesn’t matter that I left him.

Gentle:

            Imagine you encountered a wolf in the woods. Fear would be an acceptable reaction. Now imagine you encountered a dog in the street. Most likely, you wouldn’t have the same reaction. Why? Dogs have the same teeth and claws, but the fact of the matter is, most dogs are quite gentle. I know with full confidence that I could hold my hand in Rowdy’s mouth and never get bitten. Even if I were to try to force him to bite me I would be met with resistance.

            Our God is capable of great and terrible things, yet Jesus was gentle. You could make the point that in the Gospels Jesus went out of his way to form a whip and shouted angrily at the vendors in the temple and you would be justified. But, does a dog not defend his home as well?

            Jesus was not a dog. Equally, my dog is not Jesus. Even if you aren’t seeking to be like Jesus, most people still have the goal to be a better person. That is why WWJD wristbands were such a hit. We want to be better. We want somebody to show us how. I fully believe that as we seek these things we are becoming more accountable to one another.

            But I make mistakes. I do things that are unkind. I do not love. I continue fail. And as I continue to fail and seek new guidance so that I might become a better person, I can’t help but to beg the question. Is my dog more like Jesus than I am?

Entry 56: Conditional Copout

Location: Sydney, Australia

“People are capable, at any time in their lives, of doing what they dream of.”

- Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

            Good ideas aren’t that hard to come by, it’s finding the effort that’s difficult. How many times have you been with a friend(s) and they said, “wouldn’t it be awesome if we ___________?” The idea is often then met with instant support. That would be a great idea after all. Support, however, is short lived. It will soon be followed up with “but.” But that costs money. But that would take practice. But that would require effort. Being conditional only opens the door for laziness.

            Take a second to think about how many good ideas you’ve watched pass by. Wouldn’t it be awesome if I started practicing guitar every day? Wouldn’t it be fun to plan a camping trip for this weekend? Wouldn’t it be nice to stop eating junk and get in good shape this year? They are all the same. You thought about it, realized it was a great idea, and proceeded, for whatever reason, to not do it. 

            I’m going to make a proposition. Be accountable to your ideas and stop being conditional. Instead of asking wouldn’t it be awesome if, ask a different question: Won’t it be awesome when? Won’t it be awesome when we take that trip? Won’t it be great to run a marathon? And the list goes on.

            In 2013, my friend Jeremy and I started talking. We were sitting in class dreaming of traveling. “Won’t it be awesome when we go to Australia?” we asked. The question had an obvious answer. “It will be.” Each time we talked about our trip to Australia, the conversation always ended with one of us saying, “this is happening.” We may not have even believed that it would, but we were going to fake it until we made it real.

            Fast-forward two years. Jeremy and I are putting on suits and checking our tickets. We had plenty of time before the show started at the Sydney Opera House. Walking through the streets of Sydney, Australia, we would occasionally start to laugh in disbelief. We’d made it. And to answer our own question, yes, it was awesome. It had taken two years to get to Australia. Two years of collecting pennies, midnight phone calls, and convenient visa expirations to get us to Australia. Nevertheless we had arrived and a long term goal had been conquered. 

            Often, the amount of time it takes to accomplish something is what defines the task as difficult. Going to Australia was not overly difficult, but it did take time. Whatever your goal is, don’t let the amount of time it will take stop you from making that dream a reality. We couldn’t have known that it would take two years to get to Australia. It would have been easy to sit back and wait for an opportune moment, but if we had, we would probably still be waiting. Opportune moments rarely come knocking on your front door. More than likely you will have to, as Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson puts it, “kick that b*tch in, smile and introduce yourself.” Time will pass either way, but you get to decide what you do with the time as it passes

            Realizing what your dreams are is sometimes so simple. Paul Coelho wrote, “There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.” Don’t let a fear of failure make you a daydreamer and don’t make it any harder on yourself by adding the idea of impossibility. And when you’ve achieved your goals, you’ll get to answer your question: Won’t it be awesome when…? No, it will be even better.