I was lying in bed one November morning,
trying to decide whether to go back to sleep or get up and walk. Putting my mind into prayer mode, “Lord - what do
Walk. Or Die.
The prompting was so clear, issued with pure authority. There were just two choices. Walk. Or die. I scrambled out of bed, got dressed quickly and walked for an hour. I did the same thing for several mornings in a row.
Over the Holiday break, I was not as diligent about the physical walking, but as of the New Year, my goal is to put 500 miles on these legs in 2012. 10 miles a week for 50 weeks = 500 miles for 2012. The training for my March 19, 2015 departure date from Springer Mountain, GA continues. The Appalachian Trail still beckons incessantly.
God is so far beyond my understanding; it’s ridiculous. As He should be. He delivers messages that are simple. Simple does not mean shallow says my sponsor. Indeed these words have tremendous depth for me. They are just three words, two periods. Walk. Or Die. The immediate implication is for me to get my ass out of bed and exercise. I believe strongly that I need to be physically fit, if I’m not I will die sooner than later.
When I am in good physical condition, my mind works well too, my emotions are under control and my conscious contact with God is better. So why do I let my conditioning go at times? I could go into some complex psychological mumbo jumbo here – but I get lazy at times. No grandiose excuse, just lazy. I do walk to church every Sunday now, 3 miles on the dot. Thinking about walking to work once in a while too (7.6 miles).
This message relates to my recent bout with tongue cancer as well. I walked through it. If I stopped, would I have died? In the high school Bible study in my home, the boys memorized Psalm 23 – King James Version. “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…” I wonder, what would have happened if he stopped walking?
Which makes me wonder, if I stop working the steps of Alcoholics Anonymous (they are called steps for a reason), will I die?