Long ago and far away, when I was a young school teacher at Baymonte Christian High School in Scotts Valley, California (south of San Jose), I accepted an invitation by two other high school teachers to go spelunking. The three of us plus one high school senior headed out in “exploration clothes” (jeans and old clothes that covered a person well). The caves were nearby in Santa Cruz. The entrance was so obscure that it was not even noticeable to passersby. “Where are we going?” “What are we doing?” Lying on our stomachs, we slithered through narrow tunnels — first forward, then smooth turns to the right and left. We stayed close at each other’s heels.
Pedestrian Theology: By God's Grace, Walking with Christ and Being Transformed by Him
Karen Thomas Olsen
Journey North Character 