Grand Canyon

At the beginning of October, I had the opportunity to travel to Arizona to visit the Grand Canyon. My goal: to hike the South Kaibab and Bright Angel trails. That is 13 miles with 3000′ elevation change — like climbing the tallest building in Atlanta three times. I trained for months. I spent Saturdays on the Silver Comet. I practiced jogging over hills during weekdays. I even took a practice hike at Stone Mountain, climbing the mountain three times in one day! Okay, maybe it was really only 2 1/2 times… the point is, I prepared for this trip. I bought all the recommended equipment from headlamps to hiking poles, packed up my bags including three liters of water, and was prepared to go. I was sure I was ready. After all that work, I didn’t expect any surprises.

Then when I arrived at the rim, the canyon was bigger than I imagined. Even with all the mental preparation, and physical work I had put in, the actual experience was huge beyond words.

That day, walking along the bottom of the canyon with rock walls surrounding me, watching the clouds drift overhead, for one moment, I got it. My God is bigger. Bigger than what? Pick any analogy here and it will still fall far short. I cannot adequately put into words what my heart knows.

My God is bigger.