Those who know me well know I've been going through a faith crisis for many years. Right now, the pressure seems to be off. But about a year and a half ago, I was feeling it intensely.
Someone wrote to me:
There is a story about a man who was wandering about on the top of a mountain. He slipped, fell, and grasped the edge of a cliff. He was hanging there. So he shouted to the heavens, "Is there anyone up there?" There was no answer. So he really prayed, "Is there anyone, please, up there who can help me?"I replied,
An answer came. "Yes I will help you, but you must do exactly as I say."
The man said, "Yes, yes, I will do everything that you say."
The voice said, "Release your grip."
There was silence. One second. Two seconds.
Then the man said, "Is there anyone else up there?"
Yes, I've heard this story, and it always elicits laughs in every audience in which I have been present. Except I don't laugh, because it frightens me that I may be that man.
