I read a story recently about a man from 1987….his name…Truesdale “Smitty the Jumper” Smith who made 216 jumps!  Truesdale “Smitty the Jumper” Smith was 87 years old back then.  The retired sign painter claimed he could have continued to jump seven days a week for the next ten years.
Now, before you express your envy at Smitty’s incredible health back then, listen to some facts about his physical condition:  he had to be led around on a friend’s arm to get from place to place; he was so deaf that admirers had to shout their congratulations in his ear; his jump partner had to stand him up when it came time for them to leap from the plane, and the two men had their suits fastened together so the younger man could bear the shock of the landing of the older.
Miracluous health is not the key to Smitty’s success: miraculous desire is.  The old man loved to jump.  He loved it so much that his first dive was made using a death-machine of a parachute constructed from cheap silk, leather straps, and the steering wheel off a Model -T Ford.
He loved it more than he loved domestic tranquility.  When his wife nagged on him to give up barnstorming, Smitty regularly replied, “Rain on you, big sister!”
He loved it more than he loved physical comfort.  One jump cost him a broken leg, hip and pelvis.  He quit jumping only long enough to convalesce.
What a condemnation this old fire-breather is to many Christians!
We stay away from church due to head-colds and fatigue.  We refuse to serve God because our church cannot provide all the modern paraphernalia.  We back off of commitments because family members don’t undrstand.  We quit the first time we suffer some slight emotional injury.
Isn’t that what the Apostle Paul talks about in 1 Corinthians 9:24-27?  Bascially, he says that, since our work is more important than any other in the world, our dedication to this mission should eclipse that of anyone engaged in worldly endeavors.  Old Smitty risked his life for the fleeting thrill of falling from heaven to earth.  Shouldn’t we more readily risk all for the eternal thrill of rising from earth to heaven?


One comment

  1. Love it–reminds me of my Dad who took up hot air ballon rides in his 70s and went ballroom dancing twice a week with my mom until he had a stroke at age 81.
    I agree, Rick, we need to be all circumstance Christians. I know people in constant pain who come to worship and others who let an itchy nose keep them away. Who is God going to say “Well done, good and faithful servant to?”

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