Just now, we return from attending our first college gymnastics meet. At the uneven parallel bars, the gymnasts perform extraordinary movements that, when seen live and up close, actually terrify me. I squeeze the arm of the neighbor sitting next to me with every rotation and every dismount. I’m certain these gymnasts will crash-land into the floor.
As I watch, I notice the coach (suit and tie, arms crossed firmly) at the sidelines. As soon as one of his gymnasts begins a difficult and dangerous sequence, the coach plants himself directly under his gymnast, holds both hands out as if to catch her, and waits for her to complete her performance. And how that coach cheers!
Within one routine, he darts in and out from underneath the bars many times, ready to assist and catch in the exact moment of possible danger or difficulty.
What I would risk if I knew I wouldn’t fall! What things might I attempt if I knew someone stood beneath me, arms ready to catch or cheer?
This uneven life, running parallel to spiritual realities, offers chances I cannot possibly attempt (out of fear, out of danger). But with One beneath me? I swing out into new directions, and I visualize the firm stance and wide arms of a God who will not let me fall.
Journal: What would I try if I knew I’d not fall?