Many years ago, a man was climbing the face of El Capitan, a rather famous rock formation out west. The mountain is something like one mile high, and it runs straight up like an arrow. Well, this climber was almost to the summit when his hand slipped. The rock face began to crumble, and he began to fall, slipping down the face of El Capitan. But at the last second, the climber’s grasping hand found a little green branch growing out of the rock. He clutched it as hard as he could, and it held.

Dangling there, almost one mile straight up, almost one mile straight down, the climber yelled toward the summit at the top of his lungs, “Help! Help! Is there anyone up there?”

Amazingly, a voice responded. “Yes, I’m here!”

“Who are you?” the climber asked.

“I’m the Lord!” the voice answered.

“Can you save me?” the climber asked.

“Yes, but first you’ll have to let go of the branch! Don’t worry, I’ll catch you!” said the Lord.

The climber looked down at the frightening depths below. Then he lifted his eyes to the summit above and hollered, “Is there anyone ELSE up there?”