The Wilderness of Lent: A Sermon for the First Sunday in Lent, 2016

The upstate of South Carolina, I lived before moving to Madison, was very near the Blue Ridge mountains. And although I often joke that we lived in South Carolina for ten years and were trying to leave for 9 ½, the area does have its attractions. The many trails of Mt. Pisgah National Forest were less than a two-hour drive away, and even closer were state and county parks in South Carolina. In many of these parks, a few steps away from the highway and the parking lot were areas of steep and treacherous trails. We often went on day hikes and found ourselves suddenly on trails that were barely passable, little wider than a single foot print, with a steep decline on one side. We ventured down trails ten years ago that we wouldn’t attempt today. There were trails that we hiked on all day without encountering another soul. Continue reading