Go Ahead and Jump
I spent the past couple of days looking at houses with a good friend of mine from California. He's moving out here, but he doesn't really know why. I mean, other than it's a God thing. He kind of has a job offer. Well, not exactly an offer. More of a, "Hey, I bet we could figure out something for you to do probably, if you move here." Phil's not been known for impulsive life-changing choices like this. He's been married to the same woman for 25 years or so -- lived in the same house for 17 years -- he still lives in the same county he grew up in. Pretty much a bird-in-the-hand kind of guy up until now.
But he had this God-moment a couple of weeks ago.
If you've ever been on the receiving end of one of those -- you know all about that, don't you? I have to say it's fun watching someone else go through it.
God is on the loose, and he talks us into doing the craziest things. He coaxes us to the ledge, toes hanging off into nothing, no net, no guidewire, nothing. He even tells us to open our eyes. He wants us to see this. He wants us to know just how high up we are and just how ridiculous this is going to be.
Then he says, "Go ahead and jump."
There is no feeling in the world like that freefall -- that moment when you realize, Hey, if God doesn't actually come through, I am so screwed. Nothing like it in the world.