It feels safe,

to sit on the old front porch,

watching the world pass us by.

It feels secure,

to collect the check from the man,

our fate in his hands.

We love the predictable nature,

of stocked super market shelves,

and the paved roads that lead us there.

In all our safety,

there is no wonder, no faith,

and little gained.

We were made to move,

to explore,

to risk- for this is the essence of faith.

How can we trust Him,

if the lives we live require little dependence?

Greatness comes from the ability to push beyond comfort,

through fear and anxiety, to the horizon without definition.

The Father said “this is my beloved Son, in whom I am pleased.”

It wasn’t because Jesus was perfect or exuded confidence,

but rather, Jesus risked the most.

May we be like Him.