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When I attended the Aspen Music Festival at the healthy age of 19, a bunch of my buddies and myself decided to climb Aspen Mountain, all the way to the Gondola (The very, very top. Waaay past the designated hikers trail, where plenty-o-oxygen could still be accessed.) Anywho, if you made it to the Gondola summit, you could ride free down. So we geared-up, and with youthful vigor began our quest. It was tough and one of the most physically tasking things in distant and recent memory. But finally, with cramps in our sides, one break for eating, and pulses a'pounding, we made it in 11 hours flat. For extra fun, we were attacked by birds who where no longer afaid of humans that made diving passes at our sandwiches.
When we got to the top, we were so proud. The view was spectacular. We took deep breaths of the cool, thin air and silently surveyed the blissful view. Then we looked at all the other people, who came up riding the Gondola, and took pride in our youth and our ability to do what others could not. We even had a little flag that we had constructed to plant at the summit.
Right about the time we were finishing our high-fives and ready to plant our flag, we all turned towards the incline from where we had just scaled... more like, crawled. A strange scraping sound emerged. Then a bike tire appeared, then the full bike, and sitting on the bike, I shark you not, was a man with a long white beard, white hair, and wrinkled, tanned skin that covered a whole set of tight lean muscles, covered only by a runner's loin cloth and a little tattered tank top that said “I Live Dammit.” The old geezer rode the whole way up the mountain on a bike in 8 hours. He had to have been close to 80. Everyone at the summit, (about 60 or so jaw-dangly people) turned and clapped, laughed and took pictures. You cold barely see the old man’s smile underneath the bushy full white beard as he stood by his bike and posed for adoring strangers, but his squinting eyes said it all.
After the applause ended, we had to force ourselves to plant our flag but we did it anyways, and rode the gondola down for our reward at the only KFC in Aspen. The old man, as we found out later, rode his bike back down. At the time, I felt a little like the old coot stole some of that sweetness, but really, he did the opposite. His prescence was a gift and a reminder: "You're living now boy, and that's good. Just never quit."
Fear is the greatest foe to living the abundant life that Christ has set us free for. It takes guts and faith to do what you are secretly or openly passionate about.
(A little Roy Hobbs Clip for your enjoyment.)
7 comments:
Love it.
I love it. And I thought that before I saw Brody's comment. Thank you for sharing.
so today i just randomly thought to myself..i wonder what seth ward has been up to lately. i got on you blog and i see this. This is literally exactly the kind of the thing God has been teaching me lately. Kinda crazy.
i couldn't agree more that fear is the enemy but what if you don't know what your passion is?
Good question! "Passion" is a tricky word. It is a strong word, that might conjure words of short-lived fires and romance novel covers.
I think of it as a slow but hot burning coal that never quite goes out until you die, no matter how hard you try to ignore it.
Finding your passion can take time, and it might even change. Probably will. God has different things for us at different times. An important thing to remember is that having passion does not mean be discontented. You can be perfectly content and have passion, it just takes a little more faith and dependency on God.
Anyways, to answer your question, here are a couple of questions that might help, or at least get the juices flowing:
1. When you lay in bed at night, what do you dream about doing, going, being? If you can't think of anything, then you are in luck. You are probably living your passion.
2. Have you ever looked at someone doing something and thought, "I could do that." or "I WISH I could do that?" Could be as sign of a passion. It doesn't necessarily need to be a profession, however, if you are truly passionate about it, it just might turn into that in some measure, and God might ask you to persue it once you start submitting.
3. What are you good at? Its always a good place to start. Most times, peope are passionate about things that they are equipped with, but then again, it doesn't have to be that way. The bible is full of examples where he uses nincompoops to accomplish great things. It goes both ways.
The misconception is, that you have to be the best at something to persue it. That is wrong. I believe that God puts desires in our hearts at the right times in our lives, and then fulfills them as far as he chooses to fulfill them. And this is the balance: Persuing your passion, but being willing to give it up and move on to the next thing. 'Not my will, but thine."
Shaver!
Thanks for commenting. What you up to these days besides shredding.
seth i was wondering when i'm going to get my purple hippopotomus back i've been missing it on my mantle thanks
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