On the way to a writer’s conference, my family and I stopped and visited the National Corvette Museum in Bowling Green, Kentucky. If you will remember, they made the news in 2014 because they experienced a large sinkhole that swallowed eight of cars in their collection.
If I allowed myself to have a phobia, sinkholes would be one at the top of the list. When I went through the sinkhole simulator, I could feel my heart beat faster. When I stepped into the red tape outlining where the sinkhole actually happened, my heart rate went up even more. The worst part of the experience by far was a part of the exhibit where you can peer down into the actual sinkhole.
I didn’t want to miss the experience so I summoned up the nerve to step close enough that I could see down into the hole as my heart pounded and my knees shook. This was the scariest part because it was the most real. The simulator was just that, the red tape was the right location, but it has been rebuilt so peering down in that hole was the real thing.
I am not afraid of heights if I am enclosed. I enjoyed riding in trams and enclosed Ferris wheels, but I could not get on a ski lift where my feet would dangle. Why? Other than the fear of losing my shoes, I don’t like it because I don’t feel secure.
While I’m not afraid of heights, I am afraid of falling. I don’t like that sinking, unknown feeling on insecurity. I like knowing that I am standing on solid ground.
I am so thankful that I never have to worry about being in a spiritual sinkhole. God tells us that when everything around us is crumbling that he holds us and will not let go. Do you remember the old hymn “The Solid Rock”?
“His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood;
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.
On Christ, the solid Rock, I stand;
All other ground is sinking sand,
All other ground is sinking sand.”
“Trust in the Lord forever, for the Lord, the Lord himself, is the Rock eternal.” (Isaiah 26:4) (NIV)