From time to time, each of us is called to take a risk. Perhaps it is what some would label a divine calling. Perhaps not. But we all know what it means to feel the urge to shake up our lives, yet be faced with the practical realities that prevent us from such movement.
Yet, the dare, the longing for adventure still resides in us. Some of us are pragmatic in nature, others frivolous. Some of us live lives of calculation, others of random spontaneity. But we all experience moments of un-settledness, moments where we feel as though we must make a change or risk losing our very identities. Why is that?
I believe this yearning for the risk comes from the "imago dei," the image of God that has been stamped upon us. God is the ultimate risk-taker! (Seriously, what bigger risk than to create me??!!) God is the One who is constantly willing to risk his own love for the sake of receiving ours. Like the Father of the Prodigal Son, who is willing to wear the filth of the pigs as he embraces the child whom he loves, God risks his own holiness as he embraces our filth for the sake of restoring us into God's household. God risks. God asks us to risk.
So, what do we do with these urges? Well, most of us dismiss them as impractical, perhaps childish fantasies, and move on with the rest of our lives, hoping to go relatively unnoticed in what we do and say. And, to be honest, most of the time our sense of impulsive adventure probably should be dismissed as nothing more than temporary escapist thought.
But perhaps, just maybe, we should be willing to set out on a new adventure, understanding that the risky undertaking has very little concern with outcome, but is instead greatly interested in the experience. Perhaps it is better to deal with making a mistake than with wondering if life was ever actually lived. Perhaps it is better to regret doing something, than to regret not doing something.
Perhaps.....
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