The average age someone accepts Jesus as their savior is 6. The average American will graduate high school at 18. The average marrying age is 27. The average age a women has a child is 25. The average age a house is purchased is 34. The average age of retiring from a profession is 65. The average life span is 76 years.
Average. Average sounds like a dirty word. Maybe it’s because my inner, delusional perfectionist believes I’m not average. But to a large extent, the numbers, statistics, and percentages are based on people much like me. Sure, I didn’t marry by 27, let alone birth a child, but my life is much like yours.
I have dreams and goals, fears and failures. We all do. Owning a home, graduating college, traveling there, getting that job, meeting that person. But in between the dreams and fear, in between the goals and failure, is where we find our self most of the time.
I want to live life on the edge all while holding to a safety rope. I want to make the world better, but I don’t want it to cost me anything. I want to heal and mend and restore, but it can’t make me uncomfortable or scared or tired.
I want to be safe. I want to be assured. I want to be… average.
What if our lives looked different? What if maybe, just maybe, we are be risk takers? What if God is calling you, average middle aged woman, older business man, young college student, to get out of the boat and walk on water?
Peter was still an average man. He still worked his average job. He still made average mistakes. But his life was anything but average after he encountered the living God.
I’m average. And the truth is you’re average too. But I serve a God who wants to use me and you and our average lives, at t-ball games, in offices, on campus, to live lives knowing we can walk on water. If we ask…
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