I was lying flat on my back in the snow on the side of a Colorado mountain feeling thoroughly disoriented. I had overestimated my ability to ski down a more challenging blue slope after learning how to ski the day before.  Everything went downhill from there (literally) when I unexpectedly came around a bend and plummeted down a steep slope. The next thing I knew, I was sprawled out in the snow and my skis were scattered several feet away. “Steve!” I yelled in desperation to my college pastor, who was about 15 yards down the slope.  Steve looked up … Continue reading I plummeted down the mountain and found a father figure below