How I Found God on a Mountain Top
Over the top!
As my end fast approached I cried out to the God I didn’t even believe in and had never trusted, knowing He was my only way out. Amazingly, He turned up. I found myself climbing along a blank wall of rock in the pitch black and the rain, without the rope, just because I knew it was what He wanted me to do. Then I turned and simply stepped off, quite deliberately. Did I mention I was 1,000 feet up a vertical rock wall?
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