For the last several weeks there has been a Frisbee on the roof of my house. My son, Ty, and his friend from down the street accidentally threw it up there while playing some type of game. I believe it was called “Watch Daddy Kill Himself While Climbing on the Roof.” Since we live in a two-story house, I am always hesitant of going onto the roof especially since I only have a six-foot step ladder. In order to get on the roof, I would practically have to make a small jump from the top step of the ladder onto the roof…not a risk I am willing to take! Come to think of it, I have never really been the person standing in the risk line. Sure, there have been a couple of occasions where I have found myself in risky situations….I just cannot remember what they are. Lately, I have been contemplating risk, which has been defined as the possibility of loss or injury. Specifically, is there such a thing as risk in the Christian life? I’m sure there are differing opinions on that subject, but I tend to think that risk is only a human term, not a divine one. Risk implies being unsure of the outcome and since God knows all things, He never takes a risk. I have concluded that I am not taking a risk when I have a relationship with the One who knows the beginning from the end. Whenever I place my faith in Him, I am not risking a thing.
