Sometimes I feel like my life is too safe. I live in a middle class home in a safe little town with a safe job and middle class money woes. I eat spaghetti for dinner every Wednesday night. I drive a Taurus.
I honestly cannot think of something risky I’ve done this week.
I’m not okay with that.
Jesus was risky. Christianity should be risky.
So, I’m brainstorming crazy. You should see my list. It’s good.