My brother was a paratrooper back in the 60’s. I remember that he’d sing a song the paratrooper trainers taught the recruits before their first jump.
There was blood upon the risers,
there were brains upon the ‘chute.
Intestines were a-dangling
from his paratrooper suit.
He was a mess, they picked him up
and poured him from his boots.
And he ain’t gonna jump no more
Gory, Gory, What a hell of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a hell of way to die
Gory, Gory, What a hell of way to die
There is more to the song, but that gives you the idea. Now they had to sing that before their first jump. Most jumped anyway, some were pushed and a few fought to stay on the plane.
Christianity had a similar speech before the great commission even started.
Matthew 24:9-10
“Then they will deliver you up to tribulation and put you to death, and you will be hated by all nations for my name’s sake. And then many will fall away and betray one another and hate one another.
The disciples went anyway and I’m thankful they did.
Think about it.
Gary
PS
My brother jumped anyway, and he’s glad he did and so am I.