One morning at Camp Bighorn, in Montana the leaders of our morning chapel instructed us to seek solitude and communion with the Lord. The sky was leaking snow as I walked to the river. At first my thoughts jumped as I made my way across the highway. “I’m listening, I’m listening” I repeated to regain my focus. I stopped when I reached the shore. I noticed a rock peeking out of the river that seemed a few hops out of my reach. “I’m listening” I thought. I thought about being still. The river moved past me and even the mountains were breathing but my eyes clung to the rock poking up out of the current.
“Go further”, the thought was not my own. The God I’d been listening for was speaking. I looked at the rock, it seemed that I would slip and fall into the shallow river on my way there. I imagined explaining to my peers how I had managed to fall into such a low river, my soaking shoes and dripping denim leaving a trail of questions. “Go further” I heard. After a few moments of hesitation, I leapt over to the rock and balanced there in awe of my small accomplishment.
God was giving me a larger instruction when he said, “Go further”. He did not say, “Go out farther to that rock” he simply said, “Go further”. He also confronted me with the immediate challenge, to see if there was any action behind my trust. He gave me a glimpse of going further in my faith. God turned a small encounter into a profound lesson.
By Anna-Maria Trudel