Just a short post to let you all know that after a hectic Autumn moving town, church, home, schools and job…. a much needed break was had over the Christmas and New Year period.
Well its a New Year… so time to be posting again! Watch this space!
…those were the last words that I heard on 26th March 2008 as I stepped off of the Bloukrans Bridge (Tsitsikamma, South Africa) into a 216 metre leap of faith.
Pushing out and off, swallow-diving as instructed, I was immediately surprised by how quickly gravity kicked in and dragged me into a inelegant, silent, grasping, clawing, free-fall that would certainly end in death if my faith in the large rubber band attached to my ankles was in anyway misplaced. For a few seconds I glimpsed what a ‘jumper’ goes through in the moments before death. To be honest it was terrifying… and rightly so, because we had walked the same distance to the jump point as the drop itself; 216 metres of creaking, caged gantry, bolted to the underside of the bridge. As I fell, it felt like every single one of those 216 metres took an age… Plummeting, I waited for the bungee to kick in and do what it was meant to do… hold me up, preserve my life and stimulate that well documented ‘adrenalin grin’.
Something broke in me that day… Fear. That is why I’m sure God asked me to do it and that is why I’m glad I did.
In the intervening 5 Years I have been in many situations where fear has played its ugly card. Sometimes in the guise of powerless people who induce fear to feel in control. Sometimes in the guise of situations so overwhelming that all you want to do is hide under a duvet until the second coming. Sometimes in the guise of long redundant ‘religious’ doctrine designed to control and suppress. Sometimes in the guise of demonic voices whispering in the paralysing darkness of the night. Every time, I have returned to that bridge in my mind and said ‘…I’m not afraid of you, I jumped the Bloukrans!’
It had been an interesting Spring. After a flurry of prophetic ‘words’ from friends and strangers, Anne and I were at a gathering for our network of churches. It was a good equipping and envisioning weekend, served by a great apostolic team. Many people were greatly blessed. Having come through a turbulent few years we had merged with another church to join this network. Out of the blue at the conclusion of the weekend I heard God, clear as a bell, say ‘…well done for placing the church in safe hands… but I have not called you to safety.’
In a moment everything changed. All the ‘words’ we had received about change were no longer about finding our place in this new landscape. Suddenly, they were about stepping over the fence Abraham style. Being willing to sacrifice everything, risk all and waiting for God to show the way.
So here we are at the bridge once again… We have left full time church ministry and a nice regular salary. We have left the church that we were baptised in, ordained in, married in and saw our kids dedicated in. We have left many good friends and other relational threads behind. We are soon to leave our home of 14 years, the house that came with the job… and we wait for the first stepping stone to appear.
Many a well meaning person has told us how brave we are ‘stepping out’. To be honest, bravery would be staying when God has said ‘Go!’ In one sense we feel like ‘Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego’. If God is who He says He is… why would we not entrust everything to Him? He is the most ridiculously good, kind, faithful and loving father EVER! And even if we’ve got Him wrong, As Bernie Ooley says ‘…surely it is better to die in the will of God than live outside of it?’
So here we are at the bridge. We have stepped off the edge and are now in free-fall, aware that many are watching… Watching to see what this gracious God of love is really like and does He really do what He says in THE book? We wait for the bungee to kick in and do what He promised to do… hold us up, preserve our lives and fast-track us to the ‘adrenalin grin’. 🙂
Smith Wigglesworth said ‘It is when we are at the end of our own resources that we can enter into the riches of God’s resources’. To be honest we would have it no other way. We are happy, we have peace but most of all we have Him…. Selah