One of my heroes in college was the fellow who walked a tight rope between the trade centers. That metaphor for spiritual growth often comes up for me as I pray, as it did again today:

Life with God is like a tight rope draped out over a gorgeous city (say like San Fran today). And we are tight rope walkers. As we walk (faith), we start to trust the wire, and get used to the winds, talking to the birds as they pass. Our feet steady, so we can trust and do some tricks for others. Eventually, even when the fog bank rolls in, by evening, and we can’t even see our feet, we trust God to hold the wire and steady us!

That’s the spiritual journey in a nutshell. Or from and on a tight rope-the one I’ve tried to live my own life on! (God is also the safety net, in case we fall; i’ve learned that the hard way too!)

Regardless i love walking the tight rope between worlds with Him-prayer always feels like that to me! That metaphor has never vanished, unlike those buildings I saw fall, on the other coast, long ago.