We lived in Chicago for one year.
But we left before the Sears Tower opened its glass-bottomed sky deck. One hundred and three stories above ground. I don’t know if I would have had the courage to step out onto it anyway.
The glass is four 1-1/2-inch-thick and can hold about five tons; much more weight than they are expected to have to carry when they have a full group of visitors, and also higher than the two tons required by city code.
I still don’t know if I could do it.
Could you look at what your brain tells you is impossible and make your feet walk forward regardless?
Could you trust the architect you’ve never met? Would you believe that his design would support you?
Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen. Hebrews 11:1
Sometimes we think this is a complicated truth. Perhaps we are the complicated ones.
We understand about gravity and velocity and what should and shouldn’t be able to support our weight. We calculate risk and rely on our own judgment. It’s what we know. It’s solid.
And it can paralyze us.
Perhaps we need to let go, unclench our white knuckles, and believe what the builder promised.
“Jesus said, “I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” Mark 13:15 (NIV).
I want to run right out into the middle of the seeming nothingness and admire the view with Him. I do not want to doubt. I want to do what my boys would do.
I want to dance.