Picture from here.
Tonight I got to attend a meeting where a gentleman talked to some teenagers about spiritual safety.
A story was told and I am going to try to retell it. My retelling probably won't be perfect, but I think you will get the meaning.
In the 1800s there were some people who needed to take a wagon over a treacherous road. It was so treacherous, in fact, that they decided to hire a professional driver to complete the task. Over the mountains, this road had a spot where there was a curve with the mountain on one side and a steep drop off on the other.
There were 3 applicants for the position. There was one interview question.
"How close can you drive to the edge of the road without loosing our load?"
The first interviewee answered, "Going full speed, I can get it right on the edge and take that corner no problem."
The second interviewee answered, "I can drive that wagon at full speed, around that curve, with one wheel hanging over the edge and not lose the load."
The third interviewee answered, "I will drive that wagon close to the inside, mountain edge, as far from the drop off as possible. And I will not lose the load."
Who do you think got the job?
What would you have answered?
When it comes to the important stuff, the life choices that will lead us in very important and different directions, should we be safe or should we take chances?
I know my answer. I would have hugged that mountain. I am not a risk taker. Especially when it comes to my spiritual safety. Now, when it comes less important things like making dinner-I'm living on that edge. Once a week, I try to try something new on my people. That really shakes things up around here.
But really, is dinner that important? No. We'll all be fine if it's a loser and a never-have-again.
I'm thankful I've not fallen off a cliff.
I hope to never fall off a cliff-especially in a wagon.
And I hope that you won't too.