“Taking a new step, uttering a new word, is what people fear most.”
- Fyodor Dostoyevsky
I'm less concerned with new steps and new words as I am with next steps and next words. The future often resembles the violent sea that Jesus invited Peter to step out onto. I'd like to believe that I'd have the courage to move into the void. Sometimes life right now feels that way. The amazing thing is that I should be in a mass panic. And many friends and family would advice me to keep my eyes on the horizon for any rescue ships. Preparing myself to swim, and shout, and do whatever I could do to be rescued. But at this moment, I've never had more fun following Jesus. And tonight I'm content to just continue our little stroll. I feel like I've preached, and taught, and counseled, and encouraged, so many friends and teenagers to move in faith and trust in Jesus. "He is all you need." "He is able to do immeasurably more..." "He is our Rescue." Maybe, just maybe, this is where premises become precepts.
