quiet you can hear your pulse pound in your ears, so quiet you can hear the voice of God. I remember finding myself in a desert—a literal one—some years ago. I’d been asked to join a group of elders from another church for a planning meeting. To get to that rendezvous, I had to drive quite a number of miles through a stretch of southern California desert. On the way home, just on a whim, I pulled off the highway onto a little side road that wound its way out into that wild and solitary terrain. Climbing