With the image of
blood soaking into the white shirt still fresh in my mind, I began to run. As sheer
exhilaration made my heart pound within me, the words continued to ring in my
head: “Whatever you do, don’t fall. Just keep running!” The mountain’s edge was
fast approaching—there was no turning back. With a sudden jerk, I flew into the
air as my paraglide began to soar above me ...
Not one to turn down an adventure, I excitedly signed up for
my first paragliding excursion while living in Cape Town, South Africa. As we made
the rigorous hike up Lion’s Head Mountain, the sun beating down on us, I
chatted with my flight instructor to pass the time. Along the way, he mentioned
that there were three different areas on the mountain from which we could make
the jump—and it all depended on which way the winds were blowing.
At our first potential stop, we watched as two other gliders
prepared their shoots. “The wind is blowing the wrong direction,” my instructor
warned them.
“Nah. We’ll be fine,” one of the paragliders replied
nonchalantly.
“They shouldn’t do it. It’s foolish,” my instructor muttered
to me.
The paraglider began running toward the mountain’s edge,
waiting for his shoot to catch the wind. As we held our breaths in anticipation,
the wind caught the paraglide, shooting the glider into the air—before turning suddenly
and crashing him back into the mountainside. With a gasp, we ran toward the precipice
to see if we could spot him, but no luck. Anxious calls to his radio went unanswered.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, our calls were
returned: He was alive.
Because the paraglider had a companion nearby and had no
significant injuries, my instructor began to walk briskly ahead. “Let’s go!” he
called out, still showing anger at the man’s decision to jump against his
expert advice.
Still shook up from what I had witnessed, we reached the
second landing. “The wind is not good,” he flatly stated. The third landing,
sadly, offered no improvement. With my disappointment rising, we began our descent
down the mountain, defeated by the wind that was supposed to send us soaring.
As we reached the first landing again, we greeted the man
who just moments prior had crashed into the trees. His paraglide was destroyed,
along with his pride. He sat there staring off into the distance in
disappointment and as blood dripped from a still untended gash along his ear
onto his shoulder below.
“Let’s go!” my instructor exclaimed once again. But this
time, he meant to paraglide! The winds had changed, and it was safe to jump.
Or so he said.
As I looked back and forth from the bloody shirt to the
paraglide set up for me, I paused. Would
I, too, end up crashing into the mountainside at full force? I wondered.
But for some reason, I felt no fear.
You see, time and again my instructor had proven himself true.
He would not allow me to jump if the winds were too fierce. He changed course
when the wind was blowing the wrong direction. He turned down multiple
opportunities to jump because he knew it just wasn’t worth risking injury or
death. His cautious, wise, and well-experienced approach gave me a great sense
of confidence. I felt no fear because my instructor had proven himself to me.
So when we set off running toward the mountain edge, my
heart was beating from sheer joyful exhilaration—not fear!
How clearly this story can apply to our own spiritual
journey! Our faithful Instructor knows our weaknesses, and He knows our
capabilities. He will never lead us on a path through which His strength cannot
sustain us. As we journey with Him, and see Him prove Himself true time and
again, our confidence in Him begins to soar.
Ellen White once wrote, “Our
heavenly Father measures and weighs every trial
before He permits it to come upon the believer. He considers the circumstances
and the strength of the one who is to stand under the proving and test of God,
and He never permits the temptations to be greater than the capacity of
resistance… Christ never failed a
believer in his hour of combat. The believer must claim the promise and
meet the foe in the name of the Lord, and he will not know anything like
failure” (Ellen G. White, Manuscript 6, 1889).
You might still be thinking that this paragliding adventure
wasn’t the wisest thing for me to do … and you might be right. But one thing I
know: God will never fail you. Seek moment by moment to trust implicitly in your Instructor and I guarantee you will not regret the journey.
(Edited by Anthony Lester for AmazingFacts.org )