Parachute Packers

I read a book some years ago called “I’m no Hero” by a guy called Charlie Plum. It was one of those books that has always stayed in my mind. Charlie was an American fighter pilot during the Vietnam War and was shot down over enemy territory and had to parachute out, was captured and held as a prisoner of war until the war was over. The story of how he survived in solitary confinement is amazing. Sometime after his release he was sitting in a restaurant having a meal when this guy walked over to him, the conversation went like this, “Your Plum, Charlie Plum, that’s right but who are you. Oh you don’t know me but I packed your parachute”.
Ever thought about how they’re packed, every fold in tact, every string untangled and every detail adhered to because someone’s life depends on it. I used to call Jill my wee parachute packer.
I have had some parachute packers over the last 12 weeks, I write this with tears for you because you have kept me alive when I thought I couldn’t go on. Never under estimate a kind thought, word or deed to someone, it could be the prompting of the Holy Spirit and it could save someone’s life, even physically.
Can I encourage you today to pack someone’s parachute, nothing is too insignificant. Pray right now, ask God to lay somebody on your heart by His Holy Spirit and DO IT.
Love yas