But that’s a lot like walking with Jesus. We have an illusion of control over our lives. But the truth is much closer to skydiving. We’re freefalling. We aren’t in control, really. But he is. And he is just as in control whether we’re driving down our street or falling out of an airplane. Those are just the details.
But that’s a lot like walking with Jesus. We have an illusion of control over our lives. But the truth is much closer to skydiving. We’re freefalling. We aren’t in control, really. But he is. And he is just as in control whether we’re driving down our street or falling out of an airplane. Those are just the details.


Katherine is a California girl living in Texas. She spends most of her time at Dallas Theological Seminary while working on a masters of theology. She has an undergraduate in English and film studies. After college, Katherine promised herself she’d never take another foreign language class … but …God provedHis sense of humor and asked her to learn Greek and Hebrew. When she’s not doing homework, you can find her trying out a new recipe in her itty-bitty kitchen or playing with her two crazy dogs.

 

 

 

My boyfriend skydives. A lot. He has over 300 skydives and has earned a coach rating. After we had been dating for a while, people started asking me, “So… are you going to try it?”

As believers in Christ, we affirm certain truths. God is sovereign. God is good. We would never say we don’t believe those things. But those truths often fade into the background during the busyness of life. They’re there, but they’re kind of like the elevator music in the background as we go about our lives.

Then there comes a moment when those deep truths of life come screaming to the surface. And you ask yourself, do I REALLY believe what I say I believe?

Two weeks ago, on a Saturday morning, my boyfriend and I drove through the winding hills in the Bay area of California. We passed golden brown fields and the occasional cow until we found the gravel parking lot outside of a small airport. Even though I freaked out a bit the night before, I felt surprisingly calm. Maybe it was numbness. Maybe I was in denial of what was about to happen.

I sat on a faded couch and watched a safety video of a bearded man. He gave a few instructions and also said the words, “risk of death” about six times in ten minutes. Then I signed several pages of legalese. Once again, I saw words, “possible death” over and over. I started to wonder what I was doing.

The instructor gave me a fuchsia jumpsuit and told me to tie my hair back. Then I stepped into a harness. We walked to the plane, climbed inside, and sat on benches. No seatbelts, just benches. The clear plexiglass door closed and the plane started moving down the runway. Once we were in the air, it hit me—there was only one way I was getting back down to the ground. And it did not involve the airplane.

My instructor fastened his harness to mine and tightened all the straps. The door opened. I’ve never been in an airplane with the door open—while it was in the air. Let me just tell you, it was loud!

The skydivers in front of us moved to the door and within a second were gone. Then it was our turn. We duck-waddled to the open door. My instructor tipped us forward and back, 1…. 2… 3… and then we jumped. It was a completely unique feeling. The closest thing to it is like floating under water in a swimming pool. But much freer. After a minute or so of free-fall, my instructor pulled the parachute and we went from moving at 120 miles per hour to fifteen miles per hour. Then we floated safely to the ground.

God is good and he is sovereign. He always acts loving towards us. We sing songs affirming these truths every Sunday. But sometimes, God takes us by the hand and SHOWS us those truths in a powerful way. It’s as if he says, “See? You really can trust me.”

I learned a lot through my skydiving experience. I learned that my boyfriend’s hobby isn’t so crazy. It’s actually a lot of fun