The challenge, especially for those of us who consider ourselves self-sufficient, is to reach out to our friends. The reward for this vulnerability is more than refreshment. It brings a renewed sense of purpose, a sense of belonging, an appreciation of the Sovereign.
So, while I didn’t really need to learn Walter’s primary lesson, it was the “two” of the movie’s “one-two” educational punch that hit me so hard that I got emotional in the theater.
I had not challenged myself as I’ve grown the reputation of doing, and we all knew it.
“I’m going to miss this place.”
“Me, too, Tim. Me, too.”
I’ll bask in the glow of retrospect and well-timed photographs. I’ll keep the ease and simplicity to me and Timmy, the recollection to a grand story.
Timmy and I ranked the adventures of our excursion in four categories: intensity, excitement, physical exertion, and nausea. You might be surprised by some of our responses.
Stupid, no. It’s calculated risk. Like a Brett Favre throw: if he threads the defenders, it’s gutsy skill; if it’s picked off and taken to the house, he’s a careless gunslinger.
I hope that, as I grow into adult-size courage through spiritual direction and life experience, my childish stunts in New Zealand might make me deliberate less and do more.
What if the view from a parachute changed your perspective forever?
Hopefully the DVD we put together will compensate for the holes in our blurting storytelling and will guide the imaginations of those we leave behind.