Good Friday, 2021.

Trudging up the slope in the midday sun
to Spion Kopje, the Alpine National Park. 
Someone else climbed a hill this very day,
two millennia ago, I mused. 

Instead of a pack, he carried a cross. 
We are four friends; he had none. 
We struggle with our dehydrated food
and branded camping gear,
He shouldered the weight of the world
and its sin. 

We go to stargaze,
He to be slain. 

To die,
that we might live. 
Live life to the full; Life eternal 
A life with the Creator of this beauty - 
That includes sweaty socks, hiking tents, re-hydrated mash, chocolate eggs
and stunning views atop this mountain. 

Because he climbed,
So I will live