We were all mesmerized by Sejalandsfoss, a giant waterfall in Iceland.
The crash of the sheet of water hitting the pool below was deafening,
and the spray made it seem like rain was falling from a sun-lit sky. By
following a rugged, adventuresome trail, we even had the opportunity of
exploring the cave directly behind the falls, where the view was even
more breath-taking.
But the trail wasn't adventuresome enough for
my boys, then 16 and 18. They soon spotted a trail that ran part-way up
the cliff, and off they went, leaving the old folks (my wife and I)
behind on safer ground.
Though not as spectacular as the first,
there were other beautiful waterfalls along the cliff, and a safe little
trail ran on for some distance at its base, taking us up close to admire
them. We meandered on down this trail until we came to a waterfall that
appeared to only fall about half-way down the cliff, and then we hiked
up the cliff a short distance to get some pictures. Imagine our surprise
to find our boys, coming down the cliff's face to meet us. I could only
shake my head. What motivates the youth of today?
But to tell you
the truth, I was the same at their age, and my wife was even worse!
Maybe I should rephrase this: My wife is still adventuresome! She just
doesn't like leaving me behind!
The boys decided to check out
another waterfall a bit farther down the trail, and since I wanted to
take a few more photos of the main waterfall, we told them we would wait
for them in the car.
It was while I was taking my pictures that I
noticed the two fool-hearted tourists standing at the top of the main
waterfall. One was bending down on one knee admiring the scenery, while
the other was trying to get as close as possible to take pictures.
"Those two are completely crazy," I thought. "What would happen if
they fell?" And I snapped a couple of pictures of them, figuring they
could easily be the subject of a future inspirational story about the
risks of not being cautious.
As I was telling my wife about these
two lunatics, a knowing smile came over her face. "That sounds like
something our boys would do," she stated simply.
My mouth dropped
open. Wait a minute! The boys weren't back yet! Could it be??? I turned
on the camera and carefully examined the pictures I had taken. Sure
enough, the two on top of the falls exactly fit the body builds and
personalities of our boys! Oh dear!
A pang of worry began to seed
itself into my heart, but instead of letting it follow its natural
course and drive me into a state of frenzied agitation, I focused on the
fact that the act had already been done! My worry wouldn't change a
thing! And though I didn't agree that this type of adventure should have
been their foremost goal, I knew I could trust my sons to be careful,
and even more, I could trust them to my Heavenly Father!
They
returned about 15 minutes later, still all in one piece. We all had a
good laugh when I told them about the two lunatics I had seen . . .
Not long after this "thrilling" event, I read following story in my
Bible: "When they went across the lake, the disciples forgot to take
bread." (Matt 16:5 NIV)
Now that may not seem much of a problem
in our day and age, but in the time when Jesus and His disciples were
travelling, there weren't bakeries on every corner! In fact, they often
didn't see bakeries for days! So forgetting bread meant a real hardship.
Just like me, they were confronted with the opportunity to worry, and it
didn't help when their Master said:
"Be careful," Jesus said to
them. "Be on your guard against the yeast of the Pharisees and
Sadducees." (Matt 16:6 NIV)
Their worry multiplied exponentially
then: "They discussed this among themselves and said, 'It is because we
didn't bring any bread.'" (Matt 16:7 NIV)
Aren't we all the same?
So often our worry is based on our tendency to try and take the blame
for anything and everything! What we should do instead is trust in
Jesus!
"Aware of their discussion, Jesus asked, 'You of little
faith, why are you talking among yourselves about having no bread? Do
you still not understand? Don't you remember the five loaves for the
five thousand, and how many basketfuls you gathered? Or the seven loaves
for the four thousand, and how many basketfuls you gathered?'" (Matt
16:8-10 NIV)
In other words, they still didn't get what God was
all about! And neither do we. Instead we worry over insignificant things
that God will take care of. So often we miss the point. Instead, let's
remember that we were not born to be worriers. We were created to trust
in our Heavenly Father, just as we trusted our parents when we were
children. And let's not forget the provisions God has always bestowed
upon us. He is faithful and will see us through!
If you ever see
two young men getting a bit too close to the edge of a dangerous
waterfall, would you please let them know that their parents are waiting
for them at the bottom? Thanks.
Rob Chaffart