I came across this little poem, and thought about how often God does this. And when I read it, all I could think of was hang gliding -- hang gliding as a metaphor for our life with God.
Come to the edge, he said.
They said, We are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
They came.
He pushed them…
And they flew.
-Peter McWilliams
1949-2000
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