Once, in my college days, we decided to go to a certain cave down in Mexico. This was no easy task. To get to the cave you had to climb up a mountain, almost to the top, clamber across a ridge and then descend back down to a narrow ledge along a cliff face. It was about 250’ straight up from the ledge and 400’ straight down.
Shortly after we started up we came upon a vertical face with a narrow crack where you wre forced to chimney up to continue. One of our party, Amador, stood at the base of this face, stroked his chin and asked “What would Jesus do in a situation like this”? Everyone laughed.
We continued onward and upward and every obstacle, every trial we encountered was prefaced with the question “What would Jesus do in a situation like this?”. Have to clamber down a rock face? “What would Jesus do”? Traverse that narrow ridge line? “What would Jesus do”? Running low on TP? “What would Jesus do”?
After several hours we found ourselves standing at the top of the boulder that led down to the narrow ledge, our final destination within striking distance. This massive rock was about twelve feet in diameter and the last few feet you had to free slide down to land on the ledge. The ledge itself was probably about three feet wide at this point but, as mentioned earlier, on the other side it dropped down about 400’ to a rock strewn talus slope and this vast expanse of open sky was what you saw as you dropped to the ledge.
Fred, in his late twenties and one of the older members of our party, began the first descent down the rock face toward the ledge landing and Amador, in his slow South Texas drawl, inevitably asked “What would Jesus do in a situation like this”?
To which Fred replied “I don’t know about Jesus but there are going to be pinch marks on this rock where my ass is grabbing”.
And that is why, to this day, there is a small contingent of former Texas cavers who, when faced with difficulty, will ask themselves “What would Fred do in a situation like this”?