I am a recovering coward. Don’t believe me? Check out the caption below my picture over there on the right. It’s true.
And some days I still fall of the wagon and find myself subconsciously living the coward’s creed:
Indecisiveness is next to godliness.
(We’ve got t-shirts, bumper stickers, even a website in the works. Well, the ideas anyway. We’re too nervous to actually launch them.)
(OK, honestly, there’s not really even a club. We couldn’t figure out where to meet).
I hate making decisions. Making decisions inevitably irritates people. Making decisions creates conflict. Conflict means people may not like you. And people not liking you is painful. We instinctively avoid pain, because pain…you know…hurts and all.
The only problem? No one said following Jesus would be painless. Just ask, well…
Climb back up on that wagon.
Any other recovering cowards out there? What are you afraid of? Does it ever interfere with your ability to follow Jesus?
I’d love to hear from you. Maybe even meet for coffee (if we can ever decide on a location). Until then, the comments on this post may be a safe place to start.