John was travelling from Boston to LA on United Airlines Flight 175 on September 11, 2001. This was his first time flying. He did not know that the flight would be hijacked and crashed into the South Tower of the World Trade Center, killing him and everyone on board.
Two days prior to this dreadful day, John was given a parachute. He had reluctantly attended a religious revival meeting with his neighbor. At the meeting, everyone was wearing a parachute except for a handful of people, like John, spread throughout the meeting hall. The speaker explained that the maker of the parachutes loved them all very much and that the parachutes were specially designed to make their lives better. With the parachutes on they were "more than conquerors" and "blessings and power would start to flow through their lives". When they put on the parachutes they would have "communion with the parachute maker" and he would "guide them through any difficulties".
John liked this message. He wanted a better life and he could always use a good friend, so he put on the parachute. It felt great. It was comfortable and he fit in with all of these new people that instantly liked him and wanted to be his friend. He had never been happier. This high extended into the next day and even though he was getting strange looks from his co-workers back at the office, he was too caught up in his new gift to notice.
In the airport the following day, he began to be aware of the strange glances he was receiving from the other travelers. He picked up the sarcasm now in the voices when passerbies complemented him on his parachute. He began to fidget with straps of the chute as they rubbed on his shoulders. Thoughts came into his head as he sat and waited. "This parachute really isn't that comfortable". "Why isn't anyone else wearing one?" "where are the blessings I was promised, this is starting to feel like more work to me."
Finally he had had enough of the looks, the insults, and the people questioning him on what he was doing so he took off the parachute, boarded the plane, and took his seat with a smile on his face as he was congratulated by his fellow travellers for finally coming to his senses. He died instantly 45 minutes later.
What if...
What if John was not sold a parachute of abundance, love, and a better life and instead he received a parachute of salvation. What if he was told that one day he would be on a flight that would crash and the only way he would survive would be to jump out of the plane wearing this parachute.
He would know that his life wouldn't necessarily be easier or more comfortable and that people would misunderstand his need for the chute. They would call him weak or extreme or gullible. They would try to convince him to take off the parachute for just one flight and try things their way. But he would persevere because he believed that one day his flight would crash and the parachute was the only thing that would save him from death.
What parachute do you sell?
Jesus taught that God's good news was a parachute of salvation that could be bought by turning away from the garbage in their lives and accepting His free gift (Mark 1:14-15). This is a lasting parachute that can withstand the trials of this world. It covers the facts: we are all going to die, we have all done stuff wrong that we need forgiveness for, only the parachute can save us from eternal death. Blessings, healings, happiness, fulfillment, power and any other nice to haves are all secondary bonuses that you may or may not experience as a Christian.
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| Our honeymoon flight from Hong Kong to Borneo where we climed Mt. Kinabalu |







