A story tells about a mountain climber who wanted to climb the highest mountain.
He began his adventure after many years of preparation, but since he wanted the glory just for himself, he decided to climb the mountain alone.
The night felt heavy in the heights of the mountain and the man could not see anything.
All was black, zero visibility, and the moon and the stars were covered by the clouds.
As he was climbing, only a few feet away from the top of the mountain, he slipped and fell into the air, falling at a great speed.
The climber could only see black spots as he went down and the terrible sensation of being sucked by gravity.
He kept falling ... and in those moments of great fear, it came to his mind all the good and bad episodes of his life.
He was thinking now about how close death was getting, when all of a sudden he felt the rope tied to his waist pull him very hard.
His body was hanging in the air ... only the rope was holding him, and in that moment of stillness he had no other choice but to scream: HELP ME GOD!
All of the sudden, a deep voice coming from the sky answered: “What do you want me to do?”
“Save me God!”
“Do you really think I can save you?”
“Of course I believe You can.”
“Then cut the rope tied to your waist ...”
There was a moment of silence and the man decided to hold on to the rope with all of his strength.
The rescue team tell that the next day, a climber was found dead and frozen ... his body hanging from a rope.
His hands holding tight to it ... ONLY 10 FEET AWAY FROM THE GROUND.”
— “THE ROPE,” Author Unknown
I think that most of us living here on God’s good earth have at one time or another been at our rope’s end — often because of an adventure that we took on through our own strength and determination. Then the moment comes and we slip ... falling to what we are assured of as our demise. Finally, we call out to the Giver of our true strength and a reprieve is offered ... a way out of our created circumstance.
God reveals to us once again our path of salvation. But then Satan whispers, “It’s impossible ... do what you know is best.”
Instead of letting go and trusting what the Lord has given us, we hang on and die a slow agonizing death in the land of the living dead.
In this Lenten season, I ask you to “let go” and fall into the arms of grace; to free yourself of the hurt, the pain, the memory of what holds you in the misery of not being the person God has created for His glory; to re-joyce yourself into the assurance that you are loved and united with the Lord Jesus in His wonderful gift of salvation; and that the gift of everlasting life is a promise that we begin to live out here in this wonderful existence that God offers to us.
Let go and fall, fall fast into the safe embrace of the Lord.
“You know that you were ransomed from the futile ways inherited from your ancestors, not with perishable things like silver or gold, but with the precious blood of Christ” (I Peter 1:18-19a).