Clay in the Hands

I am spending a couple of days in Colorado with the youth of our church and my family.  We are skiing at Crested Butte for three days (counting yesterday).  I am not sure I am in any kind of shape to ski three days in a row but we are going to give it a try.

Yesterday, I decided to venture off and try a couple of double black diamonds to see if I thought Kristi and Bryson could handle it.  It started off fine.  The top of the run was about like the other blacks I have skied but then I realized that evidently signage is not important to people who make it a habit of skiing double blacks.  On the map, The Glades looked like a wide open area.  I had no idea that the word Glades in Crested Butte talk means 4 foot wide runs through trees – oh, and did I mention that this was a double black?  Had there been a sign, I would have realized that I was not in the right place.  But I didn’t need a sign to realize that I was in way over my head.  After about 1/2 mile of that, I just took my skis off and slid down on my rear end and even then I found my way into a couple of trees (you know its steep when you can’t stop sliding even with both heels dug in).

Thank God we don’t have to live our daily lives with no sign posts – no directions.  God has given us a book – God’s Holy Word – to help us make it through this life.  So today, if you find yourself on the wrong path, fighting all kinds of dangerous obstacles, turn to God’s trail map the Bible.  I can tell you that getting back on the right trail may take some work on your part fighting the trees and rocks, but once you are there its a blast.