The Beauty of Falling

Tonight I was rock climbing with my brother, helping him out with a physics experiment he’s doing on the forces involved in falling. In order to achieve this, we had to climb to the top of the wall and start climbing across the roof, and then, just simply let go. Everyone talks about how much they dislike falling. But I disagree. There’s a certain beauty in falling. In a single moment, you’ve given yourself over to the natural order. You’ve relinquished control of your body to a force indomitably greater than you. To some, the thought of this is terrifying, and yet, there’s a certain exhilaration in giving yourself over in this odd way of ‘trust’. If you let go, it’s a choice, a choice made to trust in something greater than yourself. In some ways it’s a picture of God. We go through life trying to hold on to everything, desperately wanting to guide our own lives. But, we just need to let go, to trust that God will catch us when we fall and lead us safely to the ground, to the solid foundation He’s prepared for us. Too many people just won’t let go, even if they confess they trust God. Trusting God is like swinging precariously from an overhang, with nothing stopping you from plummeting to the ground but the person on the end of the rope. He’s on the end of that rope. So, let go. Trust. Fall.