Balancing Risks

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Life. No one gets out alive—at least on the physical level. And we can choose a life of safety and little change like the moon, or go out early in a meteor’s blaze of glory. But most of us live in between, so how do we maximize the time we have in a manner that makes God smile?

Balanced Risks

5/2/2021

Ron rode safely

            at his wife’s request

            full-face helmet

                        insulated from the smells and wind in his face

            full body armor in jacket and pants

                        walking like Iron Man

            gauntlet gloves

                        in a SoCal summer

I saw his sweat

when we stopped for gas

he tried to smile

            yet rode just a year

            sold his bike at a loss

            the drive for safety draining the joy of riding

Cal used his crotch rocket

            as the engineers designed

            a powerful bike that nearly flew

            Levis’ and a T shirt and half helmet

            bragging at the bar

 about breaking 150

                        on the curvy Sierra mountain road

later, a smile graced his face

            as he pushed it to 160

                        hit a small pebble

and tumbled and flew and hugged a tree

I saw him two years later

limping with one decent leg

            a limp arm at his side

            as he loaded another crashed bike

                        onto the bed of his tow truck

            grimacing in unspoken pain

shamefully telling us of how

                        he used to ride

And still I ride

My previous bike was the ST1300 above, and I rode it like a sport bike. Until my balance and reactions slowed down at 71, and I went to the less tempting Goldwing. Continuing with the ST would have increased the risk of getting hurt—badly, yet I ride as worship and can’t give it up unless necessary. So still I ride—more wisely. Balancing risk.

Paul the apostle traveled the world to tell people about Jesus, taking risks and never backing off. Sometimes left for dead. Sometimes sneaking out of town in the dark to stay alive. Balancing risks. True to his calling, yet wisely doing what he could to continue with it.

We all vary in our level of risk acceptance, and that’s fine. But are we willing to risk to serve God and/or enjoy life? How much? How do we calculate the risk/reward ratio? I have no answers, just an encouragement to think about this. Pray about this. Maybe you need to increase your risks. Maybe decrease them. But I suspect, as you ponder this, you’ll start to come to grips with your priorities. Have fun in doing that!

Kick Starting the Application

Do you lean risk-averse or risk-embracing? Have you deliberately examined what risks you choose or reject taking God into account? What priorities seem to emerge as you consider balancing risks?