Sons of the Shepherd

Climbing the Summit of Grief “I lift up my eyes to the mountains—where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.” —Psalm 121:1-2       I know this might sound hard to believe, but there was one time in my life that I enjoyed climbing rock walls.  That might stretch the imagination now since I am forty, I don't gravitate to adventure or danger, and needless to say there was a little less Matt to fit into a climbing harness.  I started doing climbing walls in my early twenties when I worked at a Christian camp.  I became certified, bought some gear, and spent a few summers building up some major core muscles.  I would fly up the wall just to ring the silly bell at the top.  But not every wall was easy to climb.  There were usually levels.  I could easily ascend the beginner wall in a few seconds, but the more advanced walls, the ones that meant jumping to the next hand hold or almost having to hang...