I knew when I woke up this morning that the dull roar beside me was coming from my still-sleeping husband. I know that my first bus will pick me up by 42-past-the-hour. I know that my two daughters and son step foot on school property within ten minutes of their departure from home. I know that two checkmarks mean that my girlfriends received my text messages. I know exactly how much my employer will pay me every two weeks. Next door to my house is parked a brand new Toyota Prius and four doors down is a BMW SUV. If we are out of milk, there are 12 places I can pick some up from on my way home from work. Seven if I’m craving french fries. Depending on my route, I can pass up to half a dozen places of worship that stand in plain view. I can enter any of these buildings periodically during the week without feeling like my life is in danger. And sometimes I can have a cookie on my way out. I am blessed. I am safe. I am in a bubble.
If I am honest enough, I admit that I am part of a very slim minority. A category of women that is educated, employed, whose families are safe, benefits from layers of infrastructure, can afford the bills, meals, entertainment and charity, that can call herself a follower of Christ in public and not have to meet with like-minded people in secret.
At times my life feels too safe to fit faith. I have the basic necessities of life. As well as the kitchen sink. I have a great marriage. I have great kids. I have my health. Yay, God, this is the abundant life, isn’t it?
I’m not so sure.
I am charmed where I should feel equipped.
One basks in selfish complacency, the other converts the safety into opportunity. One has luxury, the other has resources. One can be grateful, may not whine, doesn’t waste and has no debt. The other elevates from gratitude to empowerment and distribution. One is comfortable. Stable. Predictable. Safe. The other can turn your life upside-down, but follows an alternate economy that actually leads to a deeper and truer richness than that which is measurable with a paystub or square footage.
I want to profess that I am the latter but it’s a constant battle to resist the comfort of the former. My prayer is for God to continuously introduce me to members of that unsafe majority throughout my life to keep me always hungry and brave for the other, rather than the one.
“Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms.” (1 Peter 4:10 NIV) ----------------------------------------------
In what areas of your life (talent, finances, platform, geography, etc.) might you feel not only blessed and favoured, but equipped for something more?