On October 14, “Fearless” Felix Baumgartner plunged 24 miles from the edge of space toward the earth, shattering records and breaking the sound barrier, all while achieving top speeds of 834 miles per hour. Also on October 14, I did something very, very dumb. I let myself watch it.
For the next few nights, and a few times since then (when I fail to take it captive….see 2 Chr 10:5), I gave myself the sweats thinking about it. Here’s about how my thought process would go (brace yourself for my utter nerd-dom). Suspended in air, with nothing holding me anywhere…in a teeny tiny metal capsule…over 126,000 feet above the ground. I sit in my little pod, feet dangling over the edge. My hot breath heavily fogging my helmet. My heart pounding out of my chest. My hands clammy and clamped tightly around anything I can get a hold of. Homey in my ear telling me to go already. Millions watching. Feeling faint. Here goes. To infinity, and BEYOOOOOND! I tip my body forward and let gravity begin to work. My toes lift off of the edge.
NOPE I change my mind! My body twists and my arms frantically clamor about and catch the edge of the capsule. Dangling from 24 miles up, I long for the safety of the shiny pod. Slipping, straining, pulling with all of my might, I try to get my body back up on the platform.
Just then, at the height of my terror, it hits me. What am I doing? What safety is this little egg going to give me? Either I fall out of the pod, I fall in the pod, or I just sit up here and think about falling in or out of the pod. And then my brain has had about all it can handle and I tell myself to get it together and I will never be, or put myself in, a situation where I am skydiving 24 miles to the earth. That’s settled.
Let me just ask you, are you clamoring for the safety of your little silver bubble, when God just wants you to let go and fall into Him? We sing nice songs about surrender and tell Him that we want Him to be the center of our lives, but often times as soon as our toes lift off the edge we freak out and say “NOPE!” We do a 180 and fight for the flimsy, temporary structure of self. Our sin nature hates the sensation of a loss of control. Thing is, we aren’t really in control in the first place, and when we think we are, we’re deceived. Paul says in Philippians 1:21, “For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.” Is your life Christ? Stop here for a moment, and take inventory. If we just take your life into some basic chunks, let’s hold them up to that question, and not just nominally. Be honest with yourself so that you can work it all out with Him. Is your daily life Christ? Your family? Your intellectual pursuits? Your social life? Your friendships? Your environment? Your job? Your mothering? Your physical health? Your emotional health? Your spiritual walk? Is He the hub of it all for you that EVERY spoke generates from? But here’s what’s so awesome…our God is SO gracious and SO merciful to us, that He doesn’t even care about where you’ve been lacking, his Son paid for it all, He just wants you to choose TODAY, NOW, to follow Him wholeheartedly. There’s no trick or gimmick or equation you have to follow to be filled with Him. Luke 11:13 says, “If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will the heavenly Father give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!” That’s it. Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you (Matt 7:7). It’s a promise!
Our walk requires leaps of faith. The great news is that, unlike Felix, we can be certain that the dive will be a perfect success. Jump off.
Don’t make me push you.
To infinity, and BEYOOOOOOOND!