Fast Forward from Ralph- The Rope

Saying for the day-

Isaiah 41:13 (New International Version) For I am the LORD, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.

As I was thinking about a Word for this Sunday blog I got an E-mail from my friend Ralph . It seemed like just the thing to share. Here is the slightly modified version.

The ROPE

The story tells about a mountain climber, who wanted to climb a very high mountain. He wanted to be the first one to the top so he climbed alone. It was a long climb and night was coming. By great effort he reached the top. He planted his flag on the top and started down. It was rapidly growing dark and the cold of the mountain night was setting in. He needed to get to his base camp where he had warm blankets and a heater. In his haste he lost his footing and fell into the darkness. At this time his entire life flashed before his eyes. He saw the good and the bad things he had done. He was sure he was going to die. Then suddenly his safety rope pulled tight and he found himself hanging in the darkness.
Now in his entire life he had never been very religious but at this moment he cried out

HELP ME GOD

A deep voice came from above him and said.

What do you want me to do.

Climber-Save me God.

God– Do you really think I can save you.

Climber– Of course I believe you can.

God– Then cut the rope.

The climber thought for a moment and then held onto the rope as tight as he could. It was his life line. It kept him from falling into the blackness. How could a loving God ask him to cut it.

God – If you believe you must cut the rope. I can save you.

But the climber could not . Would not leave go of the rope.

The next day some climbers found him. Hanging from the rope and frozen to death.

He was five feet from the ground and just a few feet from his base camp.

And you how attached are you to your rope? Will it save or kill you?

@@@@ News from Pigeon Falls-The little town in my basement where the trains still run, dragons fly, and Nancy is now married– The wedding of the year in Pigeon Falls is over. It went very well. The coach held up. It did not rain. The horses didn’t turn into mice. Eino walked Nancy down the aisle in her beautiful dress. Pastor Castle took a bit out of the Orthodox Wedding service and held a crown over the bride and groom’s head. For that moment they were Prince and Princess , King and Queen. The reception after the service went very well. AS they passed the coffee shop in the carriage the cups formed a big smile in the window, Nancy’s poltergeist at work. It seemed to be happy with the wedding. The Pigeon Falls dragon flew over head as if to salute the couple. This made the horses a little jittery but caused no problems. In fact it went so well that people were a little disappointed. They had expected the skies to open, thunder, and all the pigeons to disappear. IT just didn’t happen.
At the reception Nancy had Edward Thompson take the horses back to Tommy UK’s barn so they would be there on time. Edward says after he left he heard what sounded like and explosion and saw a flash of light in the barn.
Then four large white mice came running out the door. Edward got right out of there and didn’t check on the horses. Tommy UK who received the horses says their owner came shortly after Edward came and took the horses to a horse show in Green Bay. He didn’t see any mice.
It is Sunday in Pigeon Falls and it seems afully quiet.
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I learned a lot about St. Mark's this morning as we celebrated fifty years of the congregation's ministry. The Bishop preached. Not as effective a preacher as Pastor Joel but OK. The songs were the one's used at the start of St. Mark's fifty years ago. It was a wonderful time of rejoicing. The only problem was that it was a bad breathing day. I went through my portable oxygen bottle just before we left for home. I swapped it for a ful bottle and we went grocery shopping at Wal Mart. I took a nap in the afternoon. Then Pat and Curtis came from the Green Bay game and we played canasta. Pat and I won. Now I need a breathing treatment.
GBYA