JUMP
20 years ago, Levi was nine years old and was in Honduras for the first time. We stood on top of a giant rock about 30 feet from the surface of the swirling water. The roar of Pulhapanzak Waterfall was so loud we had to shout to each other. Towering next to us, at nearly 150 feet in the air, it was awe inspiring and imposing. This incredible place had not yet become the maintained and regulated place it is today. Two teenage boys walked us down the rocks to the spot we were standing and told us that this is where we would jump in. One of them took a handful of mud and threw it into the churning river and shouted, “Bueno.” Then he took another handful and threw it a short distance from the first spot, looked us in the eye and said, “NO BUENO,” followed up by a charade-worthy feigning of death. With that, he launched from the rock into the torrent. Perhaps I felt some sort of patriarchal duty to go first, so off I went. Now, I stood at the bottom with my waterproof disposable camera and looked back up through the roiling mist, ready to document the next leap. I couldn’t hear but I watched as our oldest, Isaac, was coaching Levi. Then in a split second, our youngest was airborne. He popped up out of the water below with an adventure-fueled, ear-to-ear smile.
I got to thinking today about faith vs trust. Before taking the leap into this unknown, we had faith in the dependability of God; that He would see fit to bring the calling to fruition. But trust is something else. It requires action on our part, sometimes in direct conflict with our sensibilities. It requires us to jump. We continue to be encouraged and yet trust is something that still has to be mustered up at times. In that mustering though, is where our faith is grown, completing the circle so we can loop around again, stronger each time.
As we are rebuilding in the mountains here, we know that a way will be made to complete the work. Moving forward with these tasks, we also have monthly expenses in the form of electric, fuel and compensation for our wonderful Honduran family, with boots on the ground there each day. Please consider joining us in this journey by giving, monthly, to these needs. No matter what though, if you find yourself on the edge of that figurative rock, and you have an unmistakable call, let your faith grow trust-legs…jump.