My Dad Was a Mountain Climber
My father’s favorite Bible character was Caleb. Do you remember him?
He and Joshua were the only two spies who believed Israel could take the giants in the Promised Land. As a reward for his faith, God protected Caleb during the 40 years of wandering the wilderness.
When they entered into the Promised Land, Caleb went to Joshua requesting the land Moses had promised him. Joshua agreed and the land became Caleb’s.
What’s interesting about this story is that Caleb wanted the mountains that were still occupied by their enemies.
For Dad, this was a great story. I can still remember how his face lit up when he would tell the story and triumphantly quote Caleb, “Give me that mountain!”
That was my dad. He was a mountain climber. And I’m the son of a mountain climber.
My dad believed all things were possible. You could climb as high you wanted, but you had to want it badly enough to work hard and keep climbing—no excuses.
Like Moses, my dad got to see the future, but he couldn’t go there. He could see the mountains, but it would be up to his sons and grandsons to climb them.
That’s what great dads do. They climb mountains.
At first, the father carries his children when he’s climbing. Then, he teaches his children to climb. Then, he points to the mountains they’ll have to climb all by themselves.
I had a great dad.
One year ago last Saturday, my dad passed away. Today, I don’t grieve his loss, but celebrate his life. He was a great man.
He taught me how to climb and pointed me to my mountain. But whether or not I make it is up to me. I’ll have to climb my mountain all by myself.
That’s the way it is when you’re the son of a mountain climber.
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