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Ernest Davis W hen the gust of wind from the back of the open plane slaps your face, and you are contemplating the impossible, you have only seconds to decide to jump and face all your fears. Of course, alternatively, the choice remains to slink gingerly back to the awaiting bench, where the ground is reached by pilot effort and not from a single second of bravado - or perhaps stupidity. To the jumper, it is a leap of faith that the chute will open when the ripcord gets pulled. However, when a jumper is 10,000 feet in the air, regardless of its attachment to the body, it becomes difficult to have faith in the invisible or unfelt -- the parachute whose single purpose is to glide you to the ground safely after touring it from the skies above.   In many ways, God is our daily parachute. We cannot feel him unless we meditate upon his existence. He is invisible to our eyes. And it requires a leap of faith to rely upon his promises. When our feet are planted firmly on ...