Hikers on the Path

On Labor Day my wife, our youngest son, and I went hiking up to Rock Creek Falls. We had never been there before, and we weren’t prepared for it. The hike was much steeper and a little longer than I had thought. We weren’t dressed for it. We didn’t have the right things with us. One bottle of water per person on a 90 degree day on a 4 mile hike wasn’t enough. And, with the exception of Anthony, we weren’t physically capable. It had been many years (and a few pounds ago) since I had really been hiking with Heather. It used to be something that I did frequently. I have always enjoyed being in nature, and in particular being around water. Nowadays I enjoy the ocean water while I am sitting in a beach chair, so a trip to a waterfall sounded like a great idea.

               When we arrived at Rock Creek the first person we talked to about the falls told us that it was a “level 4” hike, only about a mile or so, but definitely not an easy little walk. It seemed like she looked the three of us up and down and came to the hiker-superior-knowledge-estimation that there was no way we were gonna be able to make it to the waterfall, this was going to be too hard for us.

               Along the path we met many other people. Some of them just nodded to us in passing, but most of them spoke to us.

               “It’s still a long way to the falls”.

               “It gets even steeper”.

               “It’s harder as you get further up”.

               “You don’t have a chance. You might as well turn around. There’s no way you can make it”. Well, actually nobody said those words exactly, but they might as well have.

               We did meet a mother of three who was hiking this trail with her children. She was probably a little more in shape and a little more prepared than we were. She offered us some water, and gave us some crackers, which Heather, Anthony, and I shared together sitting on a log at the base of the falls.

               Yes, we did make it.

               As we got a little closer to the waterfall we passed a man with a Eurpoean accent who simply said “not far now”.

               Then a couple we talked to told us “it’s worth it when you get there”. As sweat was dripping off of me a woman said, “it’s so much cooler there, the temperature feels great.”

               My point is that we passed a lot of people on the path to the falls, most were discouraging in their comments to us. Maybe they were having a bad day. Maybe they were as hot and sweaty and tired as I was. Maybe they didn’t have any words of hope to share with a weary traveler who was just trying to get up the mountain that they were coming down off of.

               You’re going to meet a lot of people during your lifetime. Many of them you won’t ever even see again. So there is a tendency to think that perhaps these meetings are inconsequential, but I don’t think so. I believe that every person you come into contact with is created in the image of the same God who created you. I believe that every person you speak to deserves to know the love of Jesus because He died on a cross for their sins just like he did yours. I believe that our faith should be visible in some tangible and evident ways to most everyone we meet, especially when we can offer some words of hope.

               We are all walking this path together. Not the path to Rock Creek Falls, but this path of life. We are going to pass a lot of people that are hot and tired and sweaty and unprepared for the mountain they are climbing. I know we don’t have all the answers, but maybe we can offer a word of encouragement and a pack of crackers. That might be all they need to keep on climbing.