What if the way to God isn’t something you climb?
A man on the run. A night in the desert. A rock for a pillow. Jacob has grasped his brother’s blessing, but now he’s alone, far from home, with nothing to hold on to except promises made to his father and grandfather. Then heaven opens. A stairway reaches the earth, angels ascend and descend, and God promises this undeserving deceiver: “I am with you.”
We don’t climb the stairway to God. God comes down the stairway to us. Grace comes first. The question then is how we respond?