That's me jumping off a bridge.
I never really imagined myself taking such a dive. But in Queenstown, New Zealand, the birth place of bungy jumping, my wife and I decided to jump. She had been talking about it a little before the trip, but my fear of falling off of heights self thought, maybe hoped, she was not being too serious.
Once we made a reservation to jump, I started to get a few butterflies in my stomach. In hindsight, thinking about the jump made more nervous than actually doing it. As I walked across the Kawarau Bridge, 43 meters (141 feet) above a rushing river, I really tried to embrace the no worries Kiwi philosophy. After all, I was jumping with the originators of bungy who have an accident free history. Then it hit me. What if I was going to be the first one? I remember thinking, "Well, it's in God's hands." That was comforting until I started thinking, "What if this is how God wants me to go? What if this is my time?"
The mind can be an annoying thing.
By the time, I was being strapped in by my feet with nothing more than what appeared to be a towel and some rope, my mind had stopped it's internal dialogue of how God was going to take care of me either by keeping me safe or calling me home. My concern then was making sure I was listening to instruction so I didn't jump of the bridge before I was attached to the bungy cord. (While I know deep down the expert staff there would never let that happen, my mind was a little all over the place.) Then before I could really think about what was happening I was waddled out on a plank and then all I heard was 5-4-3-2-1.
The rush was unbelievable and truly hard to explain. While the free fall was only four seconds long, it's probably the biggest adrenaline surge I've ever had. And then as the water of the river quickly approached, my hurling body began to gradually slow down and I was pulled up again. A couple of bounces later, I realized I had made it.
I know there is an obvious metaphor here for accepting Christ as your Savior. I didn't really want to go that route. Instead, I thought I would just share what was going though my mind. In the end I trusted God and jumped even though I didn't exactly know the outcome. I knew the highest probability was that it would end the way it did. Me safely dangling from a chord, injury free. But still there could have been a lot of other scenarios.
So I guess my question in all of this is, have you ever had times where trusting God meant you may not actually know how things would turn out? I guess, in a way, this is how we live most of our lives as Christians. We trust God not knowing what tomorrow will bring. But have there been any big events or moments that stand out in your life?