the point of no return

there's a fable that claims that christianity
is a pretty paved road that only has one lane
or an unblazed trail in an unabashed wilderness, 
i'm not sure. 

i've heard the story that christianity 
is like running on a track, 
running in circles but with a purpose, 
but i'm not sure. 

in fact, i'm altogether convinced
that christianity, that my faith
looks a little more like...
free running

benches, fences, plain obstacles
just trying to make it past the roadblocks
and then comes the part we never saw
it's the point of no return. 

as i stand on the ledge of a very bold cliff
wondering what this means for my future 
and i realize that this is the point that i must either
take the jump or turn around and go home. 

and i find myself falling
falling
fall
ing
fa
ll
in
g

when i hit the ground running
i discover that i've never truly lived until this moment. 
this is our problem. 
this is our dilemma. 

we stand on the edge of our personal cliff
complaining about how worship just doesn't "take me there"
or how the sermon "just isn't for me"
or how we just "don't feel God anymore"
but the problem is...

we will never know what it's like to be a real christian
if we never take the plunge into christianity. 

i've never been so proud of a fall in my life.