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“The Walk – Reflections on Life and Faith from the Appalachian Trail”
“…fascinating…trail experiences and the parallels with the Christian faith were very interesting and enjoyable…I recommend “The Walk”…” - John Cook, www.AvidChristian.com
“….excellent content… skillful presentation… engrossing, fluid in format, and wide-ranging in terms of content…masterful job of interweaving experiences and lessons encountered along the trail with issues of practical spirituality.” - Pastor L.D. Turner, http://lifebrook.wordpress.com
“…found myself writing in the margins…Native American quotes were evenly distributed and never so “mystical or spiritual” that Christ was lost...added to the simplicity of the profound lessons learned…I highly recommend it… keen insight into dealing with the rat-race we call life…we can all learn from their lessons—both spiritual and physical…” - Pastor Terry Delaney, http://www.faithfulnews.com
“One of the fun things about being a book lover and blogger is occasionally I'll get a chance to read an inspiring book that was completely off my radar…I'm glad I took a look at this one...a warm conversational tone, always reflecting awe and wonder for God's creation, never condescending…keen insights on the Christian walk…” - Larry Baxter, http://stepuptothecall.blogspot.com
“…clear and concise…found myself reading with a pen in one hand and my journal in the other…
conversational feel…captures the beauty and wonder of encountering God in what many would think an unlikely place, the wilderness…practical wisdom…” - David Longley, http://allwhowander.us
“…a very good book written by two very good people…written from the nitty-gritty of personal (and sometimes painful) real world experience…a masterful job…parallels between “trail life” and “real life” spirituality are skillfully drawn and easily understood…equally accessible both to those who might consider themselves beginners on their spiritual journey and those who have been journeying with Christ for many years.” - Ken Jackson, Pastor of Spiritual Formation, Cedarbrook Community Church, Clarksburg, MD
“…will make you laugh, cry, reflect on your own mistakes…how you can better relate to a faith journey…a wonderful book of how our own stories are a part of God's.” - Pastor Gerrard Fess, Church of Christ, Hagerstown, MD
“…inspirational, yet easy to read…felt the desire to read with a highlighter…speaks to the reader in such a personal way…This book is not limited to Christians. It helps explain how Christ's teaching can work for everyone.” - Fiftysense Product Review Panel, www.Fiftysense.com “Common Sense Ideas for Thriving After 50”
“…uniquely informative and inspirational…a must have for those who seek spiritual insight…You will find treasures in every chapter.” - Craig and Suzy Miles - Founders, Appalachian Trail Servants, Inc. & Authors of, “Seeker's Guide to the Spiritual Wilderness”
“…an insightful book…inspires the reader by relating the authors’ footsteps to the challenges of our daily lives, and more specifically, to our walk of faith…I found a trail of tales and challenges, bits of wisdom, guiding scripture and devotionals that stopped me in my tracks and made me evaluate where I am in my walk…” - Nick Melnick, Worship Leader and Hiker
The Walk - “Reflections on Life and Faith from the Appalachian Trail”
Randy Motz & Georgia Harris
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2010 by Randy A. Motz & Georgia L. Harris
The Qualtech Resource Group, Inc.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE: The Path
CHAPTER TWO: Prayer
CHAPTER THREE: Perseverance
CHAPTER FOUR: Family and Community
CHAPTER FIVE: Praise and Worship
CHAPTER SIX: Materialism versus Simplicity
CHAPTER SEVEN: Pride and Humility
CHAPTER EIGHT: Service
OTHER MEDIA RESOURCES FROM “WINDTALKER & MOM”
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As with any worthwhile endeavor, nothing can be successfully accomplished without the help of many friends, family and associates—this book is no exception. We wish to thank Roger and Mary Ellen Franks who first asked us about the spiritual aspects of our hike after we returned home. Our gratitude also goes out to the churches where we initially shared the message of spiritual lessons from the trail – they motivated us to talk through and refine the key points we have identified as chapters in this book.
To the many capable and loving people who reviewed and edited this book, Ken Jackson, Mathew and Gina McCabe, David and Barbara Curtis, Craig and Suzy Miles, Cathy Benton and Nick Melnick, we offer our heartfelt thanks. Your editorial and spiritual contributions were extremely insightful and helped us more clearly reflect on what we wanted to say and to evaluate how we could best reach our intended audience.
To my hiking partner, best friend, and loving wife, Georgia, go my personal thanks for creating the outline for this work, researching and selecting Scriptural content and other suitable references, composing the devotionals, as well as editing, editing, and editing. Thanks for pushing me to stay focused on writing and avoid being distracted by the busyness of life. You are my biggest critic and most loyal fan.
Most especially, Georgia and I wish to thank God for giving us the opportunity to hike the Appalachian Trail where we came to better know and understand Him. Thank you for blessing us with the passion, gifts and the talents to communicate what a walk of faith is like through the words in this book.
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We dedicate this book to our parents and our children from whom we receive so much love, strength, encouragement and inspiration. It is to you that we wish to pass on our understanding of faith and how it influences our lives. May what we learned about faith and life on the Appalachian Trail help you make your journey through life all that you dreamed it would be and all that God intended to be.
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Life is a fascinating journey, a wondrous labyrinth of unforeseen circumstances, opportunities, challenges, consequences, relationships and enlightenment. Along the journey are countless opportunities to experience and learn: to laugh, to cry, to fear, to overcome, to love, to feel anger, and to grow as human beings, each in our own unique way. There are also moments when, despite our best intentions and efforts, we lose our way. The twists and turns of our existence take us down paths where we sometimes find ourselves lost and searching for the way back to where we were intended to travel. Hopefully, those misguided excursions are brief, leaving no lasting ill effects, and we learn valuable life-lessons from them—lessons that allow us to return to the path of life we were once on with a greater understanding of ourselves. This myriad of unique experiences, and how we react to and embrace them, defines who we are or who we will become. It is up to each of us to make the most of our own journey and develop our own sense of self and purpose. We each set goals for our lives and strive to reach those goals by using life’s experiences, both positive and negative, as a map. In many respects, life’s remarkable pilgrimage is not all that different from backpacking the Appalachian Trail.
For us, “Windtalker” and “Mom,” the trail names that we adopted prior to our thru-hike, our walk from Georgia to Maine was to be a straightforward exercise in character building and physical endurance. It was a self-imposed challenge intended to help us escape the proverbial “rat race” we were mired in, allowing our souls to take a deep, cleansing breath of freedom, and help us refocus our priorities. Those six months of walking, carrying everything we needed on our backs and with only each other to rely upon, became a microcosm of the sum total of our previous life experiences. But, it was not long after beginning our journey that we came to the realization that this adventure was much more than simply a quest for self-fulfillment. There was something much larger, more important, more enduring, and more engaging happening within each of us. Traveling the 2,175 miles of the Appalachian Trail, surrounded by the wonders of creation and finding a peaceful sanctuary in the solitude of the wilderness, opened up a world of fresh perspectives on our “journey of life.” And not unlike the path of our lives, the trail provided a distinct blend of breathless anticipation, fear of the unknown, the wonder of discovery and the joy of the realized. Overcoming each new challenge brought with it a lesson that we could carry with us for a lifetime and every new experience added an entirely new dimension to how we viewed the world and ourselves. As our days on the trail slowly shifted from winter to spring, then through summer and into fall, we discovered we were not alone on this modern-day vision quest.
Native American Wisdom
“My mother was a good woman. I thought she was the wisest person in the whole world. So one day—when I was just a little feller, maybe six or seven—I asked her how I could become wise like her. She just laughed and laughed and said I was awfully young to ask such questions. But, she said, since I asked, she would tell me.
‘Life is like a path,’ she said, smiling down at me, ‘and we all have to walk the path. If we live through the night, we have to get up and start walking down that path again. As we walk down that path we’ll find experiences like little scraps of paper in front of us along the way. We must pick up those pieces of scrap paper and put them in our pockets. Every single scrap of paper we come to should be put in our pockets. Then, one day, we will have enough scraps of paper to put together and see what they say. Maybe we will have enough to make some sense. Read the information and take it to heart. Then put the pieces back in that pocket and go on, because there will be more pieces to pick up. Later we can pull them out and study them and maybe learn a little more. If we do this all through life, we’ll know when to pull out those scraps to read more of the message. The more we read, the more we’ll learn the meaning of life. We can become wise—or at least wiser than we were.’ She said, ‘But, if we never pick up those scraps of paper and never read them, we’ll never become wiser. We’ll keep on wondering about life and never learn the Creator’s instructions.’” [1] - Uncle Frank Davis, Pawnee
The reasons our fellow thru-hikers gave for being on the A.T. were as varied as their hometowns and their personalities. But, flowing beneath each explanation for their own quest for identity by thru-hiking the A.T. was the true, if unspoken, purpose for their journey. The real motive seemed to be one of a spiritual nature—a search for life’s meaning and direction.
There were those fresh out of college who wanted to use their hike as a way to postpone their headlong rush into the chaos and obligations of working society for as long as possible. Alive with youthful exuberance, being on the trail provided a prolonged opportunity for them to sort through all they had learned in college and to weigh its relevance in light of what they were currently learning on the trail. It was their “swan song” to adolescence. It was also a time to see if they actually were who they believed they were. Then, with their “everything is possible” approach to life, they could use their trail revelations to set their life’s compass and decide what their next life move would be. The spiritual overtones of their adventure on the A.T. were undeniable.
“It were as well to be educated in the shadow of a mountain as in more classic shade. Some will remember, no doubt, not only that they went to college but that they went to the mountain.” – Henry David Thoreau (engraved on a rock on Mt. Greylock in Massachusetts)
For some, hiking was an escape from the emotional impact of a failed relationship, as was the case with one of our hiking companions. His spiritual journey was one made in order to try to make sense out of the senseless, resolve the anger and despair he was feeling and to joyously, if fearfully, move on with his life. Whether his journey of enlightenment and a return to some semblance of emotional stability was successful, only he would know. But, what he might learn about himself in the process of his hike could become a source of strength he could draw from in the future.
Then, there were those whose very existence relied on being on the A.T. for as long as possible. For them, the trail offered a safe and stress-free alternative to the pressures and demands of society. The trail provided a haven from the other harsh realities of “the real world.” Every day spent on the trail was a day spent on a journey swathed in solitude, searching for peace, and communing with the wonders of nature surrounding them Their forays into society were few and brief, often only long enough to resupply before heading back to the trail. They seemed to rely on the wilderness to keep them emotionally grounded and spiritually afloat, while the world around them was dealing with the onslaught of multiple priorities, ever-evolving technology, and shifting economic and moral sands.
Finally, there were those like us—those who had spent the better part of their lives toiling in corporate America, raising families, buying and selling homes, and ultimately coming to the realization, with retirement looming on the horizon, that there had to be more to the American Dream than we had been led to believe. Hiking the A.T. was a chance to pursue a different dream—one that posed unique challenges and the possibility of exhilarating rewards. A dream that required us to call up every ounce of fortitude we possessed and to draw upon every past experience we had lived through in order to make that dream a reality. Little did we know that the pursuit of this dream would also open up a world of spiritual understanding beyond our wildest musings.
No matter who we were or where we had come from, this prolonged journey in the wilderness forced all of us to slow down our lives. It freed our souls and imaginations to wonder, dream, dance, and once again believe in the unbelievable. Being on the trail also allowed us the freedom to spend time looking into our souls to reflect on the victories and defeats, friends and enemies, successes and mistakes, and to finally make sense of life, to discover how we fit into our unique destiny.
“Mom” and I have been involved in church ministries for many years, she in teaching and leadership roles, and me in music. Yet, we had not given any real thought to the spiritual nature our own hike might take on. Nevertheless, it was not long after beginning our sojourn that the parallels between our thru-hike and a walk of faith became obvious. With each turn of the trail, each view from a ridgeline and with each person we encountered, the similarities became just too unmistakable to ignore. Our hike became a metaphor for our lives, for just as in life, we encountered spiritual lessons with every new experience on the trail. It was then that we cast aside the act of simply traveling by foot, in awe of all that surrounded us, and instead focused on what we could learn about a walk of faith within the context of our hike.
As we walked, we spent time reflecting on, and discussing, how we could make a difference in people’s lives along the trail and in society. Our conundrum was that, because we were in such unfamiliar surroundings, we were not sure just how we might make a lasting impact on the trail. We labored over numerous ideas, but none seemed to fit who we are nor did they seem to use the gifts and talents we had been given. It was not until we arrived home after completing our adventure that this aspect of our life-changing undertaking became clear to us. The number one question asked of us while we were trail, when people discovered that we were married, was, “So how are you getting along?” We were constantly confounded by people’s amazement over our response that, despite the rigors of the trail and being together 24/7, our relationship was flourishing and we were having the time of our lives. Moreover, our mention of the fact that thru-hiking the A.T. was “Mom’s” idea garnered more than its share of astonished looks. Could what we learned about each other, our marriage and our future, because of our thru-hike, benefit other couples—be they fellow hikers or merely those looking for some type of relevant guidance for their own relationships? It was from this revelation of purpose that we wrote, Solemates – Lessons on Life, Love and Marriage from the Appalachian Trail, which tells of our journey from the perspective of the unique challenges and rewards of thru-hiking the A.T. as a married couple. Apparently, one reason for being on the trail was to provide us with the experiences, wisdom, understanding and the passion necessary to counsel others in their relationships.
However, even after completing that book, we still believed there was an even greater purpose for us undertaking such an endeavor as conquering the Appalachian Trail. Each time we returned to the wilderness, to again soak in the natural beauty in every direction, there was always a mystical urging within us that said there was something more we could do with what we learned from our time on the trail. As we thought more deeply about what made our journey the life-transforming event it was, the answer became crystal clear—hiking the Appalachian Trail is an easy-to-understand analogy for one’s spiritual journey and the trail itself serves as a metaphor for life. The manifestation of our epiphany, the real reason for our months in the wilds, is the book you are holding in your hands. We do not know whether we made a difference in people’s lives while we were on the A.T., but we hope we can do so now with this book; whether you are a hiker or someone simply searching for more a relative way of understanding what it means to walk in faith.
Contained on the pages of this book is a blend of Scripture passages, famous quotes and stories pulled from our experiences on the A.T., as well as from the lives of those who have been forever changed by their faith. There are also many quotes and stories from Native Americans—profound and endearing wisdom handed down from generation to generation that illustrates their spiritual connection with both their Creator and the earth. All these elements have been brought together to explain and support a particular theme, such as prayer, perseverance, faith and service and are designed to point out the unmistakable similarities between being on the trail and a life built on spiritual faith.
Whether you have thru-hiked the Appalachian Trail or have just partaken of its beauty during a section hike, an overnight, or a simple day hike, the parallels with one’s journey through life are inescapable. Both are journeys defined by personal dreams and goals, frustration with goals and expectations unmet, joy, pain, anger, hope and love—as well as intimate and oftentimes life-changing encounters with the unexpected. Interwoven within this tapestry of the parallels between life and hiking, is yet another correlation—that of the spiritual. The walk of faith through life is not all that different from hiking the Appalachian Trail; in fact, the experiences of thru-hiking the A.T. possess a spiritual nature of their own.
“True appreciation of life, and understanding one’s self, comes from being embraced by the wonders of nature—not through the cacophony and crush of civilization. Natural beauty is the lifeblood of the spirit and is the food that nourishes and renews the soul. It allows you to see the world anew with childlike eyes, able to see the entire world at once, drawing you ever closer to the Creator.” – Windtalker
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“We all walk a path in our life experience. If we are diligent and lucky and we receive and interpret the signs that are given to us correctly, we find the path that we were meant to be on instead of taking a wrong turn and ending up on the wrong path.” - Mr. Prophet
June 21st:
“We were nearing the end of another long, hot June day—a day not unlike many others we had experienced over the last month or so. The humidity pressed down on us with such intensity that we were inhaling as much moisture as we were air and our beleaguered bodies were beginning to show the telltale signs of incapacitating fatigue. Twilight caressed the nearby mountains, leaving the trees little more than silhouettes against the pink and orange sky. Despite the oppressive heat, the anticipation of cool drinking water and the soothingly melodious sounds of the stream that awaited us at our destination for the night, Antietam Shelter, put a lilt in our steps. We had walked this particular section of trail before and, having navigated our way along the A.T. now for a little over three months, we were quite confident in our ability to follow the trail to our evening’s retreat. However, this confidence was accompanied by complacency, a lack of attention to watching for the white blazes marking our way, and this complacency soon got us into trouble.
On the way from Ensign Cowell Shelter in Maryland, and into Pennsylvania, the A.T. crosses several roads, some small gravel affairs and some paved, multi-lane, high-speed, state-maintained drag strips. These highways pose a serious threat to hikers. Weighed down with loaded backpacks makes running a bit awkward and the sight of a backpacker hightailing across a road is reminiscent of a portly porcupine waddling through tall grass. Additionally, spending months walking at 2 to 3 miles per hour—which affects the ability to judge any speed higher than that—makes negotiating the way across a highway full of speeding cars a somewhat perilous endeavor. Exiting from the woods at Old Rte. 16, we looked across to the other side in search of what direction the trail took. For some reason, our memory of the last time we had been this way now completely eluded us. Perhaps the heat and the fatigue were playing games with us.
We waited as the intermittent, yet precarious, flow of traffic whizzed by and gazed upon what we took to be the trail on the other side. Each passing car cooled us with a refreshing breeze—a breeze that also mercifully blew away the legion of gnats that had been assailing us all afternoon. Despite seeing no obvious blazes, we were certain the large cut in the woods on the other side of the road was the right way because the path was so wide and well-trodden. We quickly made our way across the highway and began our trek up a long, gentle, conifer-lined ascent up into the woods. So confident were we that we were going the right way, we neglected to look for blazes and therefore failed to notice that there were none. After a half-hour of blindly making our way north, nonchalantly chatting all the way, we began to sense that something was amiss. The trail no longer looked like what we had been used to seeing. Even with the dampness of the tread way under foot, we did not see any telltale boot prints from other hikers. It was then that we began a frantic search for blazes and to our dismay found none. Still, we decided to continue forward in the hope that some would miraculously appear. After another several minutes, still having not seen those familiar white, 2-inch by 6-inch marks that are the trademarks of the A.T., it was time to make a decision. We sheepishly and begrudgingly admitted to each other that we had gone the wrong way and the only solution to this faux pas was to head back to the road and locate the correct trail.
By now we were even more physically exhausted and the realization that we had erred, and were still a long way from our destination for the night, only added to our exasperation. There was no finger pointing, for the predicament brought on by our decision to follow what we thought was the right path had been a mutual one. Even so, our nerves were frayed and our attitudes were bordering on irascible. We could not escape feeling demoralized by our mistake. After another long thirty minutes, we were again at the edge of the road and began our search for the blazes that escaped our view earlier. “Mom” headed one direction along the roadside and I the other. I had not walked ten feet when there, laying in the dense underbrush on the embankment, overlooking a cesspool of murky water and assorted trash eight feet below, was a rotted wooden post with two blazes on it, one above the other—the universal sign that the trail was changing direction.” - Windtalker & Mom
This experience provided us with a valuable lesson. We had allowed our egos to dictate the direction of our journey and we had paid dearly for it, both physically and emotionally. What was more exasperating was that, after our ill-fated sojourn, we reviewed our trail map and guide book and found the direction we should have gone clearly indicated in both. From that point forward, when no blazes were evident, and we were in doubt of which direction to go, we would never again forego using the trail information readily at hand and simply rely on our presumptions of which way was correct.
Is how we make poor decisions and the consequences we suffer on our trail of life any different? Often, despite what life has already taught us, and the information readily at hand, we become overly self-assured, even lazy, and disregard life’s “blazes” in lieu of our own brash belief in what is the correct direction. In our case, we had forgone relying on our past experience on this section of the A.T. and the guidance of our trail data book. We allowed our vanity to take over and, as in real life, the result was a learning experience—one with an unpleasant price.
Humans have been endowed with an internal moral compass, an innate sense of right and wrong, “a conscience,” that ultimately affects every decision we make. When heeded, this sense of direction helps us stay on our life’s course. It is also a sense that nags at our soul whenever we make less-than-wise decisions—erroneous choices made despite every ounce of information, intuition, and common sense we possess. This uniquely human characteristic is often pushed into the recesses of our psyches when we are presented with options that seemingly offer us an easier, or more attractive, route to personal satisfaction. We also purposely throw circumspection to the winds and allow our egos to blur the edges of good judgment in direct contradiction to what our conscience is telling us. No matter how hard we try, that innate sense of right and wrong will not allow us to interminably rationalize our wrong decisions. We cannot overcome that visceral nagging that affirms that we chose incorrectly and that we will eventually suffer some type of consequence—even if it is nothing more than our own self-loathing. Every attempt to feign knowing better or insisting that the guidance given to us was bogus, or outdated, only makes matters worse. It is the very weight of our conscience, the response of our moral compass, which forces us to re-evaluate our decisions, regain our sense of direction, and gently persuades us to backtrack along our ill-chosen path. Then, with confidence and a clear conscience, we can move forward in the right direction.