Every time I watch “extreme” sports, I find myself closing my eyes and peeking through my fingers to see if the athletes land safely…

The thought of seeing them plummet to the ground in pain is just more than I can stand to watch.

But I admire people who are willing to take risks.  Live on the edge.  Try things that have never been tried before.

They amaze me!  They inspire me!!

I want to be a risk-taker for God.


I’m not quite sure yet.

But I want to be bold.  I don’t want to be afraid of standing up for what is right.  I don’t want to “hide” my Christianity from a hurting world.

And yet I find myself in situations where I hear a little voice almost whispering out loud, “Share Him now,” and I simply move on with the conversation in a very nonreligious way.  Not that I’m saying bad things.  I’m just not saying GOOD things.  Things about Jesus.  About hope.  About eternity.

I hate walking away from these opportunities and wondering if I’ll ever have a chance to share with that person again.

Lord, give me the strength to take risks for you.

Help me be an EXTREME CHRISTIAN.  Yes, sometimes I will fall.  But help me get up and try again.