It was early spring of 1985, nearing the tip of my first ski season as a Christian. As a member of Woodstock Singles Ski Membership, I cherished getting away on our semi-monthly bus journeys to Mammoth Mountain.
I used to be enthusiastic about snowboarding and had change into much more enthusiastic about my new relationship with Jesus. One of many presents I obtained not lengthy after accepting Christ as my Savior and Lord was the flexibility to compose Christian poetry. Many of the poems have been pretty quick, however this time God gave me a reasonably lengthy poem about snowboarding that flowed like honey from my pen.
That subsequent ski season, I used to be blessed with the chance to learn the poem in entrance of 500 skiers at a “Study to Ski and Race Camp” banquet at Mammoth Mountain. The poem was entitled “Upon Golden Skis.”
It’s the second longest poem I’ve written and it’s time to share it with a bigger viewers 35 years later. As a consequence of its size, I need to cut up it into two columns:
‘Upon Golden Skis’
It was a wistful form of day as I recall,
The beginning of winter or the tip of fall.
I’m not sure, for it issues not the date,
For nobody believes this story of my destiny.
Snowboarding the Excessive Sierra was a ardour of mine,
From daybreak to sundown chopping trails by pine.
However this fateful morn what I sighted by the bushes
Was a sleek, dashing, bearded lad — upon golden skis.
His apparel was fairly distinctive, white from head to toe,
No facial gear to guard him from the snow.
His method — immaculate, snowboarding on a cloud
To ski alongside would actually make me proud.
Few dared trek my exhilarating path in any respect,
However this gent led the way in which, answering my name.
His actions beckoned with resounding certainty,
Difficult the center of my potential.
Years and years of powder, looking out from slope to slope.
This fellow was my match. There nonetheless was hope.
Halting for a second and catching up eventually,
Commenting, “The place’d ya’ be taught to ski so quick?”
“My father taught me all I do know.” was his reply.
me with a questioning eye.
“Do you dare stick with me?” rolled from his mouth.
Then shortly he shot off darting straight South.
I’m afraid we should cease with the 24th verse. Sixteen verses stay and also you’ll simply must tune in subsequent week for the considerably dramatic conclusion of the poem.
I’ll let you know this: God is sweet and He reached out to me throughout a dismal time in my private life in 1984. On the floor all appeared wonderful. I had made the transition out of company life and stepped into an insurance coverage profession to my 40th birthday a 12 months earlier. Inside, I used to be struggling and questioned simply the place I used to be headed.
Happily, I discovered hope and goal in Christ. We’ll proceed the poem and my story in my subsequent column.
Passages to Ponder
— Jim Langley has been writing for greater than 30 years whereas working as a life and medical insurance agent in Santa Barbara. In recent times, his ardour has turned to writing about his private relationship with God, and his purpose is to encourage others to attract close to to Him as properly. As a longtime member of CBMC of Santa Barbara (Christian Enterprise Males’s Connection), he began writing Fourth Quarter Strategies columns in 2014, and he now reaches a global viewers by the CBMC International devotional Monday Manna. He might be contacted at [email protected] for extra info. Click here for previous columns. The opinions expressed are his personal.