Hiking Toward Heaven

by Palmer, Ian, Ph. D.

• ISBN13: 9781452079820
• ISBN10: 145207982X
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2010-12-10
• Publisher: Authorhouse

Summary

An adventurous series of hikes in the mountains and canyons of the Southwest United States... An encounter with a mysterious stranger who makes an intriguing proposition ... An exploration into the powerful Christian themes oflove, grace, and forgiveness ... A new formula for dealing with obstacles that life puts in our way ... Glimpses of heaven we can identify with ... Altogether, an uplifting reminder of that key Christian attitude --hope --with practicalencouragement for tough economic times ... Packed with wisdom and spiced with intrigue, this book views all these aspects through the wide-open eyes of children and the experienced eyes of a scientist. It is an enchanting storythat rocks along from one hiking episode to the next, all on the edge of God's interaction with humankind. The mystery is engaging, and the emotions are stirring enough to bring a tear to the eye."The book Hiking Toward Heaven is full of life experiences I can relate to. Ian lets us know there are angels leading us all through our lives. I did not want to put the book down, and I wanted more."-- Dewey Flock, Home Improvement Contractor, Houston, Texas."Amidst the joys and diffi culties of each exciting hike, the Christian message comes through loud and clear. I have never seen anything quite like it, and as you describe the fl ora, the geology, and the food of various places, it hasthe ring of truth."-- Julian Pfi tzner, High school teacher and administrator (retired), Adelaide, Australia."The book takes the reader on a fascinating jaunt of geographical discovery, and sparkles with the quoted jewels of wise men. The wonderful surprises that are portrayed when life gets tough give me renewed hope."-- Bob Moulton, Melrose, Australia."Ian has combined his passion for hiking in the Southwest USAwith his immense love of God in a tale that keeps you on the edge of your seat. The people who share the trails experience God's message of love, grace, and hopewhich culminates in the challenge Seeing is believing, but you will also learn that believing is seeing."-- Ginny Itz, Director of Singles at Chapelwood United Methodist Church, Houston, Texas."I plan to integrate this book into our curriculum for youth in detention. I strongly believe these at-risk youth will receive and welcome this novel presentation of Biblical truths."-- Don Compton, Founder/Director Shalom Ministries, Santa Fe, New Mexico

Excerpts

In the Arroyo
When I commit to You my life and each of the challenges I face, I am not only released from the tension of living on my own resources, but also a
mysterious movement of Your providence begins. The company of heaven, plus people and circumstances, begin to rally to my aid. Unexpected resources are
released; unexplainable good things start happening.
--Lloyd Ogilvie, from Quiet Moments with God Harvest House, Eugene, OR, 2000.
My grandchildren came to visit me inAlbuquerque. I live on the west side, meaning west of the Rio Grande, the great divide. The Rio bisectsNew Mexico--
starting from the top, it slices straight south to the border with Mexico, where it turns eastward and eventually becomes the border
betweenTexasandMexico. The word slice creates a pretty good image, because in the far north of New Mexico, the Rio Grande has cut a steep gorge into
the plain not far from Taos. You can see this prominent slice from an overlook just outside of the town. You can drive over the slice at theTaosBridge,
a single-span structure hundreds of feet above the water. You can even hike down the sides to the river, but it's awfully steep. You can also hike down
to the river via a well-made trail further north, at a location called Wild Rivers Recreation Area. We did that once a few years back, in June when it
was very hot. My two young grandsons, Bryan and Darby, took a little swim in their underpants in the cool green water, and they thought it was lovely.
By the time theRio GrandereachesAlbuquerque, it has flattened out. So when I drive home from I-25 to the west side of the river, theRiois just a sedate
meander. On this particular day, it was in the cool of the evening when I asked Kara and Jaden if they wanted to come look at the arroyo, which
eventually joins theRio Grande. Kara was twelve and already looked like she would someday join the Miss America Pageant with her turned-up nose, and
gorgeous gray eyes. Jaden was eight, a rough-and-tumble little guy unafraid of anything --all energy and force.
"What's an arroyo?" Kara asked.
"It's a dry riverbed," I replied, "one that flows only after a local rainstorm."
We had to walk only a few hundred yards from my home to the arroyo. It is several houses wide and about one house deep and filled with nothing except
sand, gravel, bluebush, rabbitbrush, and other flowers and weeds. There are no trees at all. They might have called it the Nullarbor Arroyo, after the
famous plain in SouthernAustralia, which is as flat as a pancake until it drops off via sheer vertical cliffs into theGreat Australian Bight. There are
no trees on theNullarbor Plaineither, which is what makes the drop-off even more impressive as you stand there watching the great whales dive and
surface. The famous country-and-western singer Casey Chambers spent growing-up time with her father on theNullarbor Plain, when he was a fox hunter
sleeping in his car.
We traipsed around the sand and bushes for a while looking for tracks from small critters. The kids had not studied these before, so we learned which
way the critter was moving and something about his size from the length of his stride. Suddenly, a roadrunner scampered out of the bushes.
"What's that?" yelled Jaden.
"It's a roadrunner," I said. "He usually doesn't fly but just runs."
They are indeed sprinters. After stopping to look at us for a moment, this one zoomed away like a rocket, beak and back and tail in a single
streamline, with not one feather out of place.
It was a pretty evening, the clouds turning pink as the sun lowered itself to the horizon. I let the two kids play, sliding down the steep, sandy side
of the arroyo, while I gazed at the sunset from the rim. Suddenly, I heard a scream, and my heart thumped as I followed the sound toward the kids. Kara
was being held by a man, while another stood by, and Jaden was scrambling up the side of the arroyo toward me. I ran to Jaden, grabbed his hand, and
hustled toward Kara. One man, who was holding a knife, had a snake tattoo, matted hair, and a ring through his nose. He was thin and looked mean. The
other man, who was pinning Kara's arms, was a little obese, and sweating profusely. Kara was crying softly.
Through my shock I blurted out, "What do you want?"
The knife man answered with a sneer, "Money."
I replied, "I don't have any money with me."
He said, "Well, you better go find some quick, because this little doll is gonna cost you five hundred dollars."
I wasn't sure I had five hundred dollars in the house, but I figured I could go to an ATM. He said he would be on the other side of the arroyo and
pointed to where a road came down and a beat-up red car was parked.
I recalled hearing that if you were accosted in a parking lot by someone with a knife or gun, you should never get in a car with the guy, because that
greatly limited your chances of surviving. So I was reluctant to let them take Kara and do what the knife man ordered --we might never see Kara again.
I was responsible for these kids. I was a take-charge type and could usually think up some options in any given situation, but here I was stuck. I was
not a fighter - the most physical thing I had ever done was play Australian rules football forty years earlier. I wasn't in any condition to fight,
even if I had known how to. I whispered a silent prayer.
The knife man hissed at me as he pointed the knife menacingly at Kara, "You better get movin', because if you aren't at the car in thirty minutes, you
won't be seein' the girl again." My heart sank at this threat.
I said to Kara, "I'll be right back, sweetheart. I promise." I was trying to encourage her. Still holding Jaden's hand, I turned to go up the arroyo.
Suddenly, a strong voice came from the left. "Hold on!"
I turned my head. Out from the rabbitbrush strode a tall, slim woman dressed in khaki pants --the ones with pockets up and down the sides. As she came
out from the direction of the setting sun, I could see that she had black, wavy hair, which fell to her shoulders. She also wore sunglasses.
As she came up, she said coolly to the two guys, "I saw what happened. I called nine-one-one, and the police are on their way. You have two choices:
release the girl and run for it or stay with the girl and be apprehended."
Now the two men had to consider their options, but not for long. The knife man grabbed Kara from the other man and turned to run, keeping the knife in
his right hand. Kara screamed again, as she was dragged stumbling through the underbrush.