The trust game part III

On the 30th June 1859, Jean François Gravelet-Blondin, crossed the gorge below Niagara Falls on a tightrope, (335 m long, 3¼ inches in diameter, 50 m above the water). He actually crossed it a number of times, and always with different theatrical variations: blindfold, in a sack, trundling a wheelbarrow, on stilts, sitting down midway while he cooked and ate an omelette and carrying a man (his manager, Harry Colcord) on his back.

It is the latter of these, 'mad-as-a-hatter,' sporting absurdities that I wish to discuss today. What, do you suppose, was going through the mind of Harry Colcord? My first suggestion would probably be that he was desperately going through his last will and testament, or possibly reciting the Lord's prayer. I'll tell you one thing -I would be.

I've been to the Niagara Falls and let me just say this; There is no conceivable way that I could ever be coaxed into walking on, nothing more than braided dental floss, above some 6 million cubic feet of angry water rushing beneath me. I imagine it must have taken our Mr. Colcord a certain amount of trust to sit on the back of his venturesome friend. He would have to place all his confidence in his companion's ability to carry him across death in the form of large water mass.

Psalm 62 v 8 says this: Trust in, lean on, rely on, and have confidence in Him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts before Him. God is a refuge for us (a fortress and a high tower). [pause, and calmly think of that]!!

This trust thing is a huge subject for me at the moment. Still it doesn't have to be. I want to be like a big kid that jumps from a (small) hight, believing with all confidence that my Dad will catch me a long time before I plummet to my death and thereby bring new meaning to the term: 'To jump out of ones skin.' Harry Colcord clearly believed in his friend to save him and it brought him to the other side of a dark scary valley.

Still, it's a risk. But I really think it's worth it.