Someone emailed me an ad today for skydiving lessons at the nearest airport.
I can think of any number of people who would want me to take them, preferably with a defective parachute; but I think I’ll take a pass on this.
Risking one’s life for God, family, or country is sometimes necessary. But to risk it because it might be entertaining? I don’t think so. No, I’d rather watch Columbo episodes.
Julius Caesar was a brave man, physically. He always fought in the front line, with his troops behind him. But he would have thought it folly to climb a dangerous mountain just because it’s there, or swim with sharks, or go skydiving just for fun. I’m with him there.
Because, you see, my life is not my own to do with as I please. God has a claim on it first, along with my wife, my family, my friends, and those causes which seem right to me. It’s not mine to hazard by jumping out of an airplane just for fun.
So,no thanks–but I think I’ll stick to basketball. That’s hazardous enough for me.
I’ll leave the extreme sports to the libs ‘n’ progs. May they never get enough of them.