Would you sign up for a race that you knew you would not survive? Would you enter a competition that you knew would end your life?
Would we jump off the bridge without a bungee chord? No. Would we skydive without a parachute? No. Would we go mountain climbing without gear? No. Would we risk our safety? Would we risk our lives? Being psychologically and mentally sane, I'd say No. You'd say No. We all would say No.
Welcome to the world, Junior.
Life is the race that inevitably ends in death. Life is the trap that nobody can escape. Life is the marathon of indeterminable length, and an unforeseen finish line. Life is the conveyor belt on which we are all standing, hurtling towards our final breath.
And yet, though we know that there is only one way out of this thing called life, we are still terrified of the exit. We imagine that our end is lurking behind every corner. We opt out of adventures and back away from edges, imagining the darkness of death brooding over every possibility. Here we are, approaching our final day at an unchanging speed, doing everything in our power to slow down time.
We have forgotten that we are immortal until we die. We, the believers, have forgotten that our Captain knows our date of departure, and nothing will surprise Him. He has no blind spots.
We have forgotten that we were made with a purpose, and for a purpose. He has a mission that He is completing through us. He has a plan that is being accomplished in and through our lives.
Isaiah 43:7 - "Bring all who claim me as their God, for I have made them for my glory. It was I who created them."
Seeing as it's the Creator vs. the created, is there really any way to sabotage God's grand narrative? Our feeble attempts to control things can not stand in the way of His power to orchestrate every event.
We did not choose life, but here we are, living it. We did not choose our place, date, or time of birth, but we were still brought into existence. Seeing as we are not even in control of our own existence... what point is there in fearing the unknown?
God doesn't ask that we control things ourselves. He doesn't ask that we live the safe life, living in fear and trepidation until we peacefully breathe our last in comfort and luxury. His command is simple, and does not require helmets.
Acts 26:16 - "You didn’t choose me. I chose you. I appointed you to go and produce lasting fruit, so that the Father will give you whatever you ask for, using my name. This is my command: Love each other."
The seatbelt light is off. The only reliable form of security for us is the everlasting arms, themselves. We've got the Sword of the Spirit. We've got the Belt of Truth. We've got the Helmet of Salvation. We walk proudly on the foundation of the Gospel. We guard ourselves with the Shield of Faith. This Armour far outweighs the flimsy methods of protection we use to shut out the big, bad, scary world.
The situation: He chose us. The command: Love each other. Seeing as we could not plan our entrance and cannot predict our exit, what good does fear bring about? What does worrying accomplish? Starting now, we've got t minus one day to get out and start running the race. We may be running blindly, but that's how it's meant to be. The object of the race is Love. With that in mind, what's stopping us from loving lavishly? What's holding us back from giving generously? What's keeping us from living abundantly? What's forcing us to secure our money-centered lives of schedules, numbers, and appointments?
What is fooling us into spending our valuable time to make more money?
With our eyes on the prize, knowing that we are running this race until our Coach decides we finish, there is nothing to lose, and Heaven to gain. As long as we follow Christ's calling for us, dwelling in His Word and listening to His voice, we will never fall off the grid. This is why we live with abandon, love unconditionally, move without borders, and pray without ceasing. Yeah, it sounds crazy. It sounds stupid, but only to those who think that they can prolong their life by locking themselves in the comfort zone of safety, health, control, and predictability.
Diving into the unknown is the most unsafe thing you can do. Meanwhile, diving into the unknown in obedience to the Holy Spirit's leading is the safest thing! We can worry the heck out of life, but we can't add a single day to it. Society's infatuation with safety has turned into an addiction to mediocre living, and an absence of passion. We can obsess over the familiar and sheltered, but the only way to run the race well is to actually unbuckle the seatbelt.
Two Possibilities: either this life is meaningless and we are meaninglessly trying to prevent our inevitable deaths, or this life has a purpose and we are still meaninglessly trying to prevent our inevitable deaths. Pascal's Wager suggests that to ignore the latter possibility is borderline idiocy.
I'm hopping aboard my Saviour's boat. Not sure where it's going, but I know who's driving it. He Created this Life, so He knows how to navigate it. He gave me a purpose, and so He knows what tools I'll need along the way. He made Me, so He knows what places and opportunities will utilize the talents He's given me. I'm handing the steering wheel over to Him. In life or in death, whatever brings Him the most glory is the one that is for me. As long as He's my Captain, there's no possible way to lose.
And on that, I bet my life.