Taking the Risk

You’ve probably heard “religion is a crutch” or more specifically “Jesus is a crutch”. Well, yeah. He is. Isn’t that the point?

What you don’t often hear is this: Following Jesus is a risk. Why? Because when I choose to follow Him, I open myself up to attack, particularly if I am vocal about my beliefs. Satan would rather I play for his team, but he is quite happy when I sit on God’s bench and do nothing. The moment I step up to bat, however, I become an easy target.

Deciding to follow Christ is not about crawling into a cave, shutting one’s eyes, and hibernating. It’s not about donning a permanent set of earbuds and piping musak through them until the Second Coming. It’s about letting God know whose team you are on, and then going to bat for Him. Luckily, we don’t stand up to Satan alone. We have His support. Some may call it a “crutch”.

Still the task can be daunting. The fear of the unknown. The fear of letting down the team. The fear of failure. The fear of public embarrasment. When we choose to offer our lives, our talents, our bodies, and our souls to God we invite attack, scrutiny, rejection, failure, embarrassment, responsibility, discomfort. The list goes on. Is this list what keeps some unbelievers from accepting Christ? Is it what keeps some believers from stepping up to bat and boldy proclaiming His truth?

Who among us is willing to take the risk? Am I? Are you?

Wire (excerpt)

by Third Day

Turn on the spotlight, strike up the band
Everyone’s looking my way
They came to see the excitement firsthand
And hear all that I’ve got to say

Oh, it makes me wonder
What if I slip, will they catch me
Or watch me fall?

I am walking on a wire
I tiptoe in through the fire
Never looking down to see that
I am walking on a wire
The pressure’s getting higher
But I don’t look around
It’s so far to the ground

What if I Stumble (excerpt)

by DC Talk

Father please forgive me for I can not compose
The fear that lives within me
Or the rate at which it grows
If struggle has a purpose
On the narrow road you’ve carved
Why do I dread my trespasses will leave a deadly scar

Do they see the fear in my eyes?
Are they so revealing?
This time I cannot disguise
All the doubt I’m feeling
What if I stumble, what if I fall?
What if I lose my step and I make fools of us all?
Will the love continue when my walk becomes a crawl?
What if I stumble, and what if I fall?

What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You never turn in the heat of it all
What if I stumble, what if I fall?
You are my comfort, and my God