In my first semester as a freshman in college, I stared death in the face while clinging to a cliff almost 100 feet off the ground. With no ropes, no protection, and no skill, my friend Matt and I impulsively went for an early morning climb before class. Just think; I was free soloing long before Alex Honnold was even born.
After a radical conversion in the Christian faith during High School, my launch into the unrestrained world of campus life quickly eroded those convictions and resuscitated some familiar demons. With my fingers one-knuckle-deep in a crack and my feet stacked on a matchbox-sized nub on a near-vertical face; I realized I was perilously stuck — both physically and spiritually. CONTINUE READING >>>