Since those days, as I've attempted to grow as a follower of Jesus, when I want to understand in a more real way the meaning of the word faith, I often think back to those jumps. I recall for myself what it felt like climbing out of the airplane at 3000 feet in preparation for hopping into a plummet; the wind, the noise, the adrenalin rush. I'ts actually a fairly well fleshed out understanding of faith I think to remember the trust I felt that the rig on my back would function properly and save me from a very real and present danger of dying.
As of late I was considering this analogy of "faith" when I realized that it didn't really serve to clarify the understanding of faith in a way that I needed it to. You see, the purpose of my parachute, and by extension my faith, was to save my flesh. I am convinced that if this is the reason that I have faith in Christ, I am missing the mark that will give me the kind of understanding that I will ultimately need to bring joy to my heart... in Christ, in suffering.
So I changed the analogy. Now, when I recall those jumps, in order to better understand faith, I rename the purpose of the symbols. Before, the purpose of the parachute was to save my body from certain death. In this new understanding the parachute exists to be known.
In both ways of understanding this the parachute represents Jesus. But in the new understanding I cease to be the reason and the center for the parachutes existence. Instead, the parachute exist to be known by me. In this way everything shifts to make much more sense of the life I experience. This new way of approaching this analogy puts me in a position where I cannot reach my new goal of knowing "my parachute" unless I jump out of the airplane. In the same way, I can't know Jesus properly until I jump out of this life... so to speak. (I will expand on this in the next post.)
I began right away to realize that this was a recurring theme in scripture. It was after Noah built the ark that God's salvation, and thus glory, came. Abraham was not able to see God's glory until after he left his father's land. It was after Joshua marched around Jericho that God's glory was displayed. It was after Daniel went up into his room and prayed that he witnessed first hand the glory of God. It was after Jesus was raised up that he was glorified. On the contrary, the Israelites unwillingness to take the land the first time cost them forty years in the desert. Key to all of this is God's glory; his exaltation, his majesty. Perhaps when we approach these scriptures from this perspective we can begin to see why faith plays such a major role in God's redemptive plan. We believe, then God is glorified, then we get credit for righteousness that we don't really possess. No belief, no God's glory, no redemption.
So, the only way I can know my parachute is to jump out of the airplane. Sure, I can put it on my back in case the airplane falls apart and experience the parachute as a back up plan. I have known Christians who wear Jesus in this way. They all seem to have one thing in common, a joyless existence. I can also take it out of its pouch inside the airplane. I can study it, a tangled mess of thin fabric and strings. I can talk about it, argue about it, hold positions about its construction, but I can't know it as an inflated canopy inside the safety and comfort of the airplane. This misses the parachute's and my reason for existence, at least as it pertains to faith: its reason being to be known, my reason, to know.
With this in mind I read Paul's words and his passion in "knowing Christ, and him crucified", or "I want to know Christ-yes, to know the power of his resurrection and participation in his sufferings," or "I count it all loss compared to the surpassing worth of knowing Christ". He is glorified in our hearts when we are knowing him with increasing intimacy, and as we experience his glory on display we experience joy, which glorifies Him all the more. This is our taste of heaven on earth: knowing him. This is the source of our power over sin, knowing him. This our power to consider it all joy when we face trials of many kinds - knowing him. This is our ability to count all the fruits of our efforts to satisfy the flesh as dung - knowing Him. We look up, as a parachutist looks to his canopy, to worship the thing that has happened as a result of faith, the revelation of our savior that we may know and worship Him in ever more ways.
We miss it when we see Jesus as existing to make this life better. Such thinking puts us at the center, and we are not at the center. That's why the analogy of the parachute breaks down. The reality is that the actual material parachute exists to save us from plummeting to the earth. To reflect the spiritual reality of faith it would have to exist solely to be known in its true inflated form, and then worshiped. Actually, for anyone who has jumped out of an airplane, worship is actually not all that far fetched. There is a special feeling one feels, at least the novice, when the transition from hurling toward death to suddenly looking up and seeing the wonderful and beautiful canopy quietly gliding oneself safely to the ground, takes place. There is a sudden realization that the parachute was in fact trustworthy.
I have made thousands of decisions in my life based, not on my espoused faith, but rather on ensuring minimum suffering and increased comfort. More of those decisions than I'd like to admit have been based on not trusting God to take care of me, or avoiding the feeling of discomfort about my "faith" before others. As a result my life more closely resembles a life in which my lips honor God when it is safe, but my heart is far from him. (Mt 15:8) But therein is the whole problem. I am wanting to trust God to take care of me when what I really need from God is that he would reveal himself to me in a way in which I can know him. What I will eat, and what I will wear, and where I will lay my head are all necessarily secondary to that one all encompassing hope: to know Him!
In thinking this through, I discovered that my developing little "parable" could actually be mined for more. In the next post I will discuss how the airplane represents my flesh.
