He said, ‘That's what I mean:
Risk your life and get more than you ever dreamed of.
Play it safe and end up holding the bag.’
Luke 19:25-26 (The Message)
For someone who is not a risk-taker by nature, those verses are easier to read than to live.
I wasn’t the kid who jumped bikes off ramps or pressed the boundaries with my parents or took dares off the high dive. I was content playing barbies with my neighbor Valerie and having sleepovers with my church girls and floating on rafts in the Turry’s above-ground pool.
So when Jesus says to risk your life, to die to self, to give it all away, that sounds unsafe to me.
Why would I do what’s unsafe?
Because things aren’t as they seem.
To try to save my own life, to live just for me, and to hoard for myself—those things are NOT safe. Those are unsafe. They lead to certain death. They’re not just risky, they’re suicidal.
So on the cusp of 2010, I resolve, once again, to give it up. Risk it all. Put all my eggs in one basket. Christ or bust.
The truth is, it’s the safest thing I can do.
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And there is salvation in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given among men by which we must be saved.
Acts 4:12
3 comments:
Such wisdom! From the world's perspective that may not be but from God's perspective, it's the only way to live.
Happy New Year Lisa,
Debbie
Christ or bust. I like it!
Have a great year in 2010!
Jude
In one of the first (only) issues of the Central Standard Times, there was a great article about the illusion of control. I'll see if I can find a copy of it somewhere, but it was a long time ago.
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