Part of the experience at the camp was learning to trust. Each activity required special equipment—typically harnesses—that kept you from falling if something went wrong. Whether it was standing on top of a telephone pole and diving out to a trapeze swing fifty feet off the ground, or rappelling down the side of a sheer cliff, or climbing the face of a mountain, or zip-lining from about three thousand feet up…each person would be strapped into a harness and attached to a safety line.
It’s amazing how our self-preservation instincts kick in to
tell us not to do such frightening things. That’s where the test part comes in—to
see if we can overcome instinct and trust the equipment. It is quite the
struggle for some.
You see, we have a list of expectations that form our
comfort zone—things like: height, visibility, temperature, objects, control, people.
It’s our space. Anything that threatens our space challenges our comfort. Falling
probably scares us more than most other threats.
To fight the fear of falling, when in reality we cannot fall
because of a harness, we have to rely on trust. I have to convince myself that
the harness is trustworthy. I may slip some but I will not be hurled headlong
onto the jagged rocks of a rugged ravine. The fight is in my mind. The moment
says, “Jump.” My mind says, “You’re crazy.” The harness says, “I’m here.” Imagination
says, “You’re gonna die.” Reality says, “You’re safe.” The person waiting
behind me says, “Just do it.” Who do I trust?
When it comes to faith, both our spirit and our mind are
engaged. Of the two, our mind is the hardest to convince that God can be
trusted. It is so polluted by suggestions of His inadequacies that fear makes
us doubt. Trusting becomes a battle. The battle is for submission of my mind. My
spirit agrees but my mind controls the body. The body hears the spirit but
obeys the mind.
When the mind trusts, the body will jump. When the body
jumps the whole life is filled with an exhilaration reserved only for those who
act upon their faith.
PS 37:23 The steps of a man are
established by the LORD, and He
delights in his way. When he falls, he will not be hurled headlong, because the
LORD is the One who holds his
hand. I have been young and now I am old, yet I have not seen the righteous
forsaken or his descendants begging bread.
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