I like the comfort of my boat. In fact, I am rather attached to it. There is a part of me that likes to feign agorraphobia so that I never have to leave. Unfortunately, I seldom encounter God in the most powerful and meaningful ways while hanging out in my boat. He seems to usually be out in the deep water, walking on the new shore, or deep sea diving for treasure. I never cared much for getting wet or for getting dirty, so you can see my dilemma.
I find that it takes a conscious, deliberate, and sometimes fearful effort on my part to get to Jesus. It requires taking chances, risking failure, and experiencing hardships. I suppose that is where the “take up your cross and follow” stuff comes in to play. So be it. Jesus is where it’s at. This week, stepping out has meant knocking on doors, meeting new people, and battling temptations to doubt. As a result, I have spent much of the week scared and on edge. Oh, and by the way…I love it.
