Charles Fargo was a quiet, reserved man, smack in the middle of a mid-life crisis. Instead of fishing for young women with an eye for older, financially secure men, or spending time in dangerous pursuits like sky-diving, Charles decided to celebrate his mid-life crisis in a most unusual way.
He decided to exercise his faith.
Exercising one’s faith can often be a deeply personal, private matter. Some people display their faith for everyone to see, as if being seen is the objective of the exercising. One might expect Charles, as a quiet and reserved man, to exercise his faith in a quiet and reserved manner.
One might expect.
Charles was usually quiet and reserved because most of his daily energies were spent contemplating programming code, and the latest innovations in computer hardware. Charles was a computer programmer and for lack of a better description, professional geek.
Shortly before his forty-ninth birthday he reflected upon his faith, and the shortening days ahead. He wondered whether his life might amount to more than the subtleties of computer code, which he could not even share intelligently with his wife, Patricia, a lovely preschool teacher for twenty-two years.
Charles had the desire that most men have—he wanted to be remembered as more than a good husband with a pocket protector, he wanted to do something significant. To be sure, the idea of free climbing a mountain, or taking up skydiving had occurred to him. Such sports occur to most men at one time or another. Certainly the young lab assistant four doors down the hall had crossed his view on more than one occasion; but fortunately, Charles was not that kind of man. He loved his wonderful preschool-teaching wife of twenty-two years. He just wanted significance—the kind that comes from doing something big, something no one has ever done before.
Quiet and reserved men tend not to share their faith often. Charles was in that category, preoccupied with latest digital developments than the finer points of biblical discussion. Because of this, he reasoned, a single event, one bold stroke of faith demonstrating action was what his life needed. That’s when the quiet and reserved, almost 49-year-old Charles Fargo decided he would move a mountain.
Not a mountain of a problem, not a mountain of vain concepts; not even a mountain of paperwork. A real mountain.
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