I guess standing on a mountaintop with your arms raised in worship makes you an easy target.
"Mom, I only have 22%!!! I'll never make it! What am I going to do???"
I am guilty of staying in my "holy huddle" safely tucked among my Christian friends who know their way to The Door, but I am convicted that is not where God wants me to stay.....the game is not played in the huddle; the ball is not passed in the huddle.
...as we began to make our way up "the winding road of death", I started to question our decision: “Is this trip really worth it?”