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Fasting on a hiking trip: 22-year-old Thomas Lang missing in Sedona, search now called off…and my own commentary
Here’s the link:
It’s a USA Today video, so it is also found in other online news sites.
The video was done before the search was called off. No word right now.
When I was 22, I, too, went hiking without food. I believe I also didn’t bring water, but I must have brought a bowl for my dog and food and water enough for him, or expected we’d find enough on the trail. My plan was to be gone 24 hours and then return.
I borrowed a car to get to my destination. No one knew where I’d be hiking, which mountain, only that it was “up north.” I told no one that I wasn’t bringing food with me.
Hoofy and I arrived at a place called Griffith Lake. I left my thick glasses on a rock and swam, alone, unable to see anything in front of me, nor, by the time I swam out to the middle of the lake, could I even see the shore. It occurred to me, while swimming, that should I drown and not return, no one would have any clue where to find me, or Hoofy.
I’m lucky to be alive to tell you this story. Yes, I was a young person seeking God. Some have stated that starvation will bring you closer to God. Others say that when you die, you meet your maker head-on. I don’t know why, but I recall an that in many books, a person’s final journey seems to be upward, up some mountain or hill. The dying person leaves those still living behind in the valleys, and climbs higher, where the air is thinner, more scarce, and perhaps considered pure. The elements are stark and bright.
Or perhaps the journey is into deep water. The dying person finally reaches a place where the water is thicker, higher and higher, covering his body. His feet are lifted from the floor of the ocean. Pure, glistening water carries him onward, into the darkest depths, alone.
Glory, glory, glory. How the wonder fills us. Praise God with abandon.
Or so I truly believed, as a young girl, at 22.
This Hunger Is Secret 