I was last in line standing on a shaky bridge suspended between two mountains. It never crossed my mind that this may be a terrible idea. I couldn’t afford to think like that at this point. I was so close to crossing off an item on my bucket list. A man walked up to me and took down the weight they wrote on my hand before I got on the bridge. To my amazement he asked if I wanted to go first which I impulsively said yes. I was just ready to go. I squeezed past everyone on this narrow bridge to the front and started getting harnessed up. I could feel my heart rate starting to pick up the pace every time they tightened a strap. Next, they sat me down and retaught me the procedures for jumping. I was trying to act cool but I’m pretty sure I looked like a deer in headlights the more he spoke.
“Are you ready?” “Ready as I’ll ever be.” With that, I shuffled over to the platform and ducked under the safety bar. One of the instructors held on to the back of my harness as I inched forward to the edge of the platform. Once my toes where dangling over the edge I stopped to look down. “Holy s***.” I had no control over my tongue at that moment. I looked up to be greeted by some of the most beautiful mountains. All I could think about wasn’t the jump, but how great God was. How incredible of an artist He is. I lifted my arms, took a deep breath in, and cleared my mind of everything. “Three.” Alright here we go. “Two.” I’m seriously about to do this. “One.” Nothing. “Bungee!” Without hesitation I leaped into the abyss with only a massive rubber band attached to my waist. Gravity played its role and I rocketed face first towards the ground. After 3 seconds the bungee cord started to slow my decent and eventually flung me back up. I didn’t realize it until I was done bouncing that I had been screaming the entire time. While I was still having an adrenaline rush the instructors started to reel me back in.
On my ascent, I began to process what had just happened. I just jumped from a bridge over 160 meters up with a massive rubber band attached to my waist, in the middle of the Himalayan mountains. Wow, God is good. But, what if that rubber band didn’t do its job? What if it had snapped? What if I had just continued until I hit the ground? Kind of morbid thoughts, I know. But in those three seconds of free fall, God taught me that nothing matters except for my faith in Him. If that rubber band snaps what matters? All the money that I’ve made? All the schooling I’ve had? All the success I’ve gained? All the relationships I have? None of those things are things I can take beyond the grave. Only my faith in Jesus Christ matters. Not that making money or having relationships aren’t important to an extent. If they are where you find your refuge, I pray you go bungee jumping and tell me how your refuge was going to save you if that cord broke.
