By David Szolosi, Sophomore, and Tim Duncan, Senior, The Ohio State University
“To you, oh God, our praise is due in Zion” –Psalm 65:1
Spring break was a week filled with relaxation for some, and adventure for others. A group of us were blessed with the opportunity to spend our break backpacking in Zion National Park. It was a week filled with adventure and rich brotherhood spent among the beautiful iron red canyons of Utah. Zion’s most popular hike is Angel’s Landing, which traverses the top of a ridge that is only a couple feet wide, at points, and has 1,000 foot cliffs straight down on either side. While the view was breathtaking, the fear of misstepping or losing a grip of the chain anchored into the rock was always in the back of our minds. It was dangerous, yes, but well worth the view! Plus, we had the opportunity to meet up with a group of guys from SPO Texas at the top!
As incredible as the hike to Angel’s Landing was, the most memorable part of our trip was hiking to the west rim of the canyon at the end of the week. This is a particularly strenuous hike gaining thousands of feet in elevation in a relatively short stretch of trail. We hiked six miles uphill, all while carrying heavy backpacks. We began hiking and what started as a light rain soon changed to sleet and then finally a whiteout blizzard. We trudged for hours up a mountain through six inches of snow, unable to see what was around us. Sweaty, exhausted, and hungry, there seemed to be no end in sight. Just as our morale reached its lowest point of the trip, we arrived at the campsite that we had reserved for the night. We had finally made it!
Quickly, and with frozen hands, we set up our tents in the snow. We changed into dry clothes and crammed all six of us into a three-person tent to wait out the blizzard. During this time, we shared stories, laughed together, and indulged in a lot of trail mix. What better way to build brotherhood! After a cold night with little sleep, the sun rose, illuminating a breathtaking view of the surrounding landscape. The view of the morning sunbeams piercing through the clouds onto a snow covered canyon made the misery of the day before well worth it! What a way to end an incredible week!
The following week, back in Ohio, we heard a talk about the Stations of the Cross. The speaker emphasized that we can easily forget the experience of Jesus’ suffering by viewing the Passion as merely a series of stations. We know there is a happy ending, and each station seems like nothing more than a point on a timeline. At the moment of His Passion, however, the suffering was real and seemed endless. Hiking up the west rim of Zion Canyon we caught a small glimpse of this suffering, and the Passion of Christ began to take on new meaning for us. We have since told the story of our wintery hike to many people, but no matter how we tell it, we can’t seem to convey the entirety of our experience. None of us will ever know the entirety of Christ’s suffering and Passion. However, even though we only know a glimpse of Christ’s Passion, the morning is coming when Christ will rise and the morning light will pierce through the clouds, bringing hope, beauty, and salvation.