Seven Lessons In Fighting Against The Devil: My Own Basic Training In Spiritual Warfare
I love to go on hikes. And I mean long hikes.
At least three times every week – and frequently four – I go on a nearly 10.5-mile hike through the desert. I live in an unincorporated area right next to the foothills that make up the beginning of the Little San Bernadino Mountains, and all I’ve got to do is walk across a street and I’m out in the boonies.
I love the quiet, the solitude, the time to pray, to reflect on my day, to just gather my thoughts and feelings and make sense of the world and my little place and part in it. Those walks are the highlight of my day, not to mention my dog’s day.
There’s only one not so little problem: rattlesnakes.
Due to my schedule as well as the heat of the desert, I’ve got to start off in the fairly late afternoon. Which means that a good share of my walking takes place in the darkness. Which means I’ve got rattlesnakes on the hunt a good share of the year. And they’re nocturnal.
At least three times every week – and frequently four – I go on a nearly 10.5-mile hike through the desert. I live in an unincorporated area right next to the foothills that make up the beginning of the Little San Bernadino Mountains, and all I’ve got to do is walk across a street and I’m out in the boonies.
I love the quiet, the solitude, the time to pray, to reflect on my day, to just gather my thoughts and feelings and make sense of the world and my little place and part in it. Those walks are the highlight of my day, not to mention my dog’s day.
There’s only one not so little problem: rattlesnakes.
Due to my schedule as well as the heat of the desert, I’ve got to start off in the fairly late afternoon. Which means that a good share of my walking takes place in the darkness. Which means I’ve got rattlesnakes on the hunt a good share of the year. And they’re nocturnal.
