KILIMANJARO: PLACE OF GIANTS

CAMERON MARTINDELL—SAMMAMISH, WASHINGTON

I opened the tent to a thick fog first thing this cold morning, only to see the wind whip the encasing clouds away as though they were heavy curtains that suddenly let the warm, bright, morning light through.

The slopes of Kilimanjaro offer stark contrasts on a grand scale. Humans are dwarfed by the mountain peaks, tall Senecio trees, and bold, unpredictable storms. Yet, on our six-day hike to 19,300 feet, I always felt protected. Not by a flimsy swatch of orange nylon fabric that was my tent, but by the love of God.

I felt evidence of God's presence in the early sunbeams, the strength I found for the vigorous push to the summit, and in the supportive companionship of three friends and several porters.

So, whenever I look at this photograph and think about my little abode in this place of giants, I am filled with "gladness and rejoicing," and give thanks once again for the "glory and ... majesty" of God (see Ps. 45:15, 3). |css

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