Climbing this mountain has been challenging, exhausting, exhilarating, educational, and finite. It is over! We finally made it, with the help of our Saints, and with the leadership of the west who went ahead of us.
The air here is thin and clean. The sun shines brightly over the land. From this distance I see no evil, I hear no evil. Neither fear nor death has its grips on me.
I wish I could start again. The only thing I dislike about Easter is that the rigors of mountain climbing are over. I could act the same, but it's never the same. The church doors are locked during the week and the fellowship of mountain climbers has disappeared.
Perhaps I could try to stay on this mountaintop, but I know that the demands of my village below will pull me down whether I like it or not.
As the two sisters taught me though, I always have Wednesday's and Fridays and Sunday's to relive the crucifixion and resurrection experience. It will have to be enough until next year.
But I feel a story coming on...so stay tuned!