Worship and Repentance

This past weekend, I had the opportunity to engage in an activity I've been missing. Last weekend, for two days, I skied. I accompanied Colonial on it's high school ski trip to Breckenridge, CO.

We drove nearly 700 miles, taking nearly 13 hours to get there. It had been six years since I'd put on a pair of skis.

In the past, I enjoyed skiing because of the adrenaline, the speed, and, at times, the crashes.

This time was different.

For the first day, I accompanied several kids up Peak 8, including the least challenging runs. I had forgotten how frustrating it was to learn to ski. It was equally as frustrating to watch others struggle.

The second day, I had a rough time for a variety of reasons. The latter half of the second day I devoted to solitude and worship by skiing the slopes alone. Towards the end of the day, I was able to ski the majority of the run at high speed without seeing a soul.


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This is the northern half of Peak 7, without snow. The northern most path is Monte Cristo, my favorite run of the weekend.


Since I didn't video tape it. Here's someone else skiing it.



Since returning, I've been distracted. Mentally, I'm still 687.1 miles away. Two of my tabs are devoted to ski equipment, which is more expensive than I thought.

If the Lord allows it, I'll retire to Colorado at some point. If only for a couple years.


Somehow after all this, I sorta feel like Peter, John, and James on the transfiguration mount, wishing I could go back. That's been an all too common blind spot, wishing I could go back, etc. Repentance is continually needed around this.