ladders? Life gets tiring and the finish line -- the victory --seems to just slide away, so close and yet so far.During the long, long struggle to find victory over sexualaddictions -- unwanted same-sex attraction, pornography, lust,idolatry -- we long for ladders that will take us up and out tohigher places and clearer views. Who puts those dumb chutesin the way? Two steps off the ladder and your skimming down theloneliness slide. "Where did everyone go?" becomes "where issomeone?"
And there you are, searching and seeking,not where the ladders lead, but in the pits at the base of theslide where what looks like love and feels like love will do forlove for now. Yippee . . . the wind from the wild slide blowingthrough your hair as you glide into the mud at the base. Well . .. that was fun, as they say, for a season.Crawl to a ladder. Hold on, rung by rung, eyes straight ahead,resisting the impulse to slip over to the slide nearby and go foranother ride. Remember . . . those things only go down.I rarely see God as a grandfatherly being. I have alwayspictured him as benevolent, willing to reward richly those whotry and those who cry and those who need and those who wantand those who seek and those who speak . . . to Him. He's themaster of the ladder. "Know my son? Take a rung."Like me with my grandson, God occasionally just has toenforce the rules. You roll the dice and there you are standingat the edge of a chute and God says . . . go. There will be aladder down there when you land, and if you get up and climbagain, you will eventually finish this . . . game? It's not a gameat all. It's just the way. And it does take a will. Conformed toHis.What really often happens is we decide -- from wearinessor loneliness or hopelessness -- we can just change the rules . .. and all those ladder-detractors say Amen.