In January 1998, while training for my climb on Mount Kilimanjaro, I was struck with the idea of Climbing For Christ. I was running. It was winter in Rochester, N.Y., cold and snowy. I wasn’t thinking any deep thoughts or even dreaming of the summit. Just running. That’s when the Spirit touched me with this notion. Where else would the idea of a Christian climbers’ organization come from than the very throne of God? He spoke, I listened. Well, I heard. From that point on, it was a case of disobedience. He kept asking me how His climbing organization was coming and I kept coming up with excuses for not making it happen. The truth be told, I had no idea how to make it happen – or for what purpose. But as I my spiritual walk has continued to mature and I have climbed in His direction, I have realized it’s not up to me. He is the Guide; I am only His assistant. You, brothers and sisters in Christ, are the party. Clip in to the rope. Climb on.