There’s a possibility that I now have an addiction to skydiving.
Yesterday I went for my second time, but brought along my sister and my mom to jump as well. They loved it — and it was even better than the first time for me. My instructor was fantastic, and was teaching me how to do some spins and made sure that I pulled the chute cord this time since I had missed that the first time around. Then I got to guide the parachute to the ground with his instruction and help. It was pretty sweet.
So, when you go skydiving, you’re on a plane with about 15 other people … all squished inside. We were the first ones in the plane, and so sitting really close to the pilot and crammed in the corner — very cozy. The ride up takes about 15 minutes — and since I wasn’t as nervous this time around I was able to chat with the people around me, including my instructor for a few minutes.
I said something about it being Sunday and so we were closer to God at 14,000 feet up — a semi-joke, really. After I said that though, I began to wonder what that really meant. I believe God is everywhere — there is never a distance, even when it might feel like it. However, perhaps all the trust and faith that you have to acquire before jumping out of a plane — maybe that just makes God feel closer — we are acknowledging our dependence on God in those moments.
To add to that: my instructor starting talking about how he was trying to figure out a way to do skydiving worship services … by getting a minister of sorts to go up with the divers and do a short worship service on the way up — how cool would that be!? I just might have to look into this 😉