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Looks like I'm gonna make a climbing wall! Maybe some resin holds, or some people say they make them out of Bondo and they're reasonably durable. Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait...WooHoo! :D

Climbing the walls, huh...?

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I reiterate:
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*Ouch*Ouch*Ouch*Ouch*......

Into bed.
 
Brother Love :)

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Hmmm. Latest ponderance: What's the line between managing risk and tempting God? Not to get close to the line, but I suppose it's better stated, "What is the difference between the two?"

Any opinions?

"I'll take that for a no."

Oklahoma Howdy to Whitehorse,

Several of my friends have a portable one they set up in the mall and charge to use. They use a safety tether from the top, and a person on the ground is responsible for holding the other end of the rope and stopping a fall. With the right gear, I doubt you would need the person on the ground. The climber would continually adjust the safety tether with one end on their belt. I think that minimal safety equipment would just about eliminate serious injuries and death.

I do the same type of climbing that Brother Love does, in and out of bed.   ;D So far, I don't need a safety tether for that.   ;D

In Christ,
Tom

Those are fun. That's neat that they have their own! Everybody loves those things. Self-belay is never a bad bet if they know how to use the belay device right, and if the insurance company will let them. I'd prefer it, actually.

Glad to hear you don't need a rope yet-I think I just might!  ;D

Hmmm. Latest ponderance: What's the line between managing risk and tempting God? Not to get close to the line, but I suppose it's better stated, "What is the difference between the two?"



   Hmmmm.

Hmmm. Latest ponderance: What's the line between managing risk and tempting God? Not to get close to the line, but I suppose it's better stated, "What is the difference between the two?"


Good question.  'Sorry I missed this from months ago.

"...managing risk...".  Hmmm.

My first reaction to this is, "What's the point?"

I.e., What's the point of doing something if it's about "managing risk"?

Which begs the next question, "What's the point of going climbing?"

Which then begs the next question, "What's the point of doing anything at all?"

The answer is, there is no point to doing anything--OR, perhaps, that IS the whole point--that our world is subjected in futility and that ultimately there is no point to doing anything.  THat IS the whole point--that everything we do is pointless.


But to get back to your question, "managing risk" is in other words doing things in such a way as not to tempt God--like Evil Knievel across the Grand Canyon.

In a way, this is the "pioneer spirit".  Why be a pioneer?

Isn't being a "pioneer" tempting God?

No, becuase, again, if you are going about it as "led by the Spirit", it's not about "managing risk".

What about those two nature lovers from Malibu last Fall getting mauled and killed by Grizzlies, up there in
Alaska, after deliberatgely putting themselves, at risk, in that situation?

But then, on the other hand, what about Christian missionaries deliberately and knowingly putting themselves at genuine risk?

Managing risk means having adventure without being nuts about it. That, in a nutshell. :)

Hmmm.   Okay.   :)

But I'm not sure that we "have" adventure.   I mean, as a spirit-led person.

As a spirit-led person, our existence is the adventure?  Without having to go looking for it?

And who knows where that will take us?


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Sure, we do have adventure. Climbing is about doing something hard, well. It's about a certain independence. It's about testing yourself as much on the inside as on the outside. And it's fun.

Being in the mountains is like, there's a whispy purple peak off in the distance. So whispy it doesn't even look real. It's like an illusion; shadowy and transparent. It's only when you get close that the hulking heap of rock and ice solidifies before your eyes. It changes, from hardly there to very real. And it's a paradox. A mix of solid rock graced with snow. But sovereign, like God. Approach it with respect, and it will show you secret delights: fields bursting with wildflowers, rich diversity in wildlife, the silent tranqulity as if you're the only person who ever visited, melting snow trickling in streams, washing your burdened and battered boots. And at the top: silence. Cool, ethereal silence too good to enjoy for very long.  You have to go back down and tell others what you've seen.

All you can think about as you throw your pack in the car is coming back.

It's an act of worship, really. But God is God. And I never wnat to tempt Him.

That is beautiful prose, Whitehorse - absolutely beautiful!  I was almost “up there with you”.  

Key word: almost.

On one of my trips from Alaska (home state) to the Lower 48, we were makin’  dust through the Yukon Territory on the Alcan Highway (this would have been in ’78) and my travel-mate noticed a herd of mountain goats waaaaaay up on the side of a “hill” – I estimate a 3,000 foot vertical climb in about 3 miles).  Said her:  “Ohhhh! Cool!  Let’s climb up and look at them!”  To which I said, “What, are you nuts?”  

That was our last trip together.

I don’t miss her.  

Give me a boat or an RV.   ;D

If I ever need a backpacking guide, I'm picking Whitehorse.   :)

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Thank you for the kind compliment! So, did she solo it to Goat Hill?

Sym, thanks! Once you're in the mountains, it lives inside you forever.

Sym, thanks! Once you're in the mountains, it lives inside you forever.


Yikes.   :-X  I hope it's not anything like in Alien.   :-[

I hope not, too. :)