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August 18, 2010

Session 7 | Day 11b

Session 7 | Day 11b

When I first signed up to blog, I chose to go toward the end of the session because I figured I’d have a ton to write about by then. But as my turn got closer, I began to worry. How on earth do you fit two-weeks worth of amazingness into one blog?? I’m going to try by telling you, the blog reader, a story.

The Summit hotel is at the foot of the Front Range of the Rocky Mountains. And when I say foot, I mean it. There is a mountain located directly behind the hotel that goes by the name of Red Mountain. A friend and I came to Summit together from Virginia and both of us are avid hikers. There was no way we were going to leave Colorado without hiking a Colorado mountain. How sad would that be? And so, today, Wednesday the 18th of August, was the day we conquered that Colorado mountain—but not without much blood, sweat, and tears (well, maybe not tears).

When we first began the trek up the mountain, we figured it wouldn’t be any harder than the mountains back home. The only real difference, so we thought, was the altitude.  We were wrong. Trails out here are gravel, not dirt. Gravel = very slippery. The trail wasn’t any steeper than ones back home, but when the altitude causes you to feel like someone has put a cinder block on your head, it makes it a little more difficult. Halfway up, we saw one of the Manitou locals coming down the trail with his two sons. One son was actually hiking behind him. He was maybe 3 or 4 years old. Now here we are, three teenagers who feel like we can’t breathe at all and have to stop every several feet, and this 3-year-old acts like it’s nothing! You would be annoyed too, trust me.

We did eventually make it to the top. The view was incredible and worth every step up that mountain. Coming down was not nearly as exhausting, which is to be expected. That is, until someone asked me to check the time, and I tried to pull out my cell phone. All it took was that one moment where I lost my focus, and my feet slipped right out from under me on the gravel path. I slid several feet and when I stood up, blood was dripping down my leg. It wasn’t anything serious; it just looked pretty nasty. 10 minutes later, after I poured half of my water bottle on my leg and my friend donated her tank top to wrap around my leg like a bandage, we continued on our way.

The whole journey had a funny way of reminding me of Summit and the way God works. When most of us arrived here at Summit, we thought we knew what we were getting ourselves into, but this wasn’t a positive thing.  We thought we knew what that mountain was going to be like, too. Six hours of lectures every day during your summer vacation can be pretty grueling.  But it’s not like school at all. You volunteer to be here, just like we volunteered to go up that mountain. Yes, it’s hard sometimes; yes, brain expansion can be exhausting, but it’s worth it. I know when these two weeks reach their close, which is in 2 days, I will be better equipped and more prepared to face anything Satan and the world choose to throw at me. That’s Summit’s job: to prepare people for what is out there and to know how to defeat the lies that we are constantly being told to believe. But there’s another part of Summit, too, and that is learning to keep your eyes on God. When you come to Summit, they give you every single piece of information you might possibly need someday, but if you lose your faith and give into the lies, that information doesn’t do you a whole lot of good. When I slipped coming down the mountain, this realization hit me hard. I was focused coming all the way down until that one second, and that was all it took.  The minute you take your eyes off God, that is when the world will bombard you with false information. And if you lose your focus, how are you going to know when the world is lying?

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