I’m joining the ranks of some other lovely ladies who choose to free write for five minutes on a one-word prompt. No editing, no over-thinking, no analyzing grammar and style. Just writing. Today’s word: safe.
Setting my timer and starting in 3…2…1…NOW.
Safe. To be safe. To not be dangerous. This is what I think at the mention of the word safe. The antithesis of danger – playing it safe, avoiding risk, running away from harm’s way. It brings to mind this Jim Elliot quote:
We are so utterly ordinary, so commonplace, while we profess to know a Power the twentieth century does not reckon with. But we are “harmless,” and therefore unharmed. We are spiritual pacifists, non-militants, conscientious objectors in this battle-to-the-death with principalities and powers in high places. Meekness must be had for contact with men, but brass, outspoken boldness is required to take part in the comradeship of the Cross. We are “sideliners” — coaching and criticizing the real wrestlers while content to sit by and leave the enemies of God unchallenged. The world cannot hate us, we are too much like its own. Oh that God would make us dangerous!
I am so guilty of sidelining. That’s surprising when I think about how one of my highest spiritual gifts is prophecy. But, you see…I’ve lost my prophetic voice. I so long for others’ approval, or I fear the danger of disapproval, that I play it safe. I want to be respected, admired, considered an equal. And I sacrifice my voice in exchange for it. I stay safe.
I don’t want to be safe. I don’t want to be a sideliner. I don’t want to be harmless. I want to be dangerous for good. I want to take risks so others can know goodness, and mercy, and grace, and compassion, and unfailing love. Oh that God would make me unsafe.
What about you? Are you dangerous, or are you safe?