I heard recently that around 3% of the population are by nature risk-takers. (As a statistic, it may have been based on anecdotal evidence; but I would imagine that it is fairly accurate nonetheless.)
To follow Jesus – indeed, to follow the God of Abraham, of Moses, of Ruth, of David, of Elijah, of Daniel, of Esther, of Mary, of Jesus, of Paul – requires of us that we step out into the unknown. And that means that for 97% of us, it requires doing something that doesn’t come naturally.
I think of my parents. I know my parents, and they aren’t risk-takers. I don’t think it is just a matter of that they have become more risk-averse with age, or since having kids – and now grandchildren. I just think that they are part of the 97%, and not the 3%. And yet, in their twenties, they moved to what was at the time reckoned to be the most dangerous city in the world: Manila. My mother was thrown from a moving bus when she was pregnant with me. (Some would say, that explains a lot.)
On any measure other than faith in the God of Abraham, they were foolish. And even so, it was costly.
I know for certain that I am part of the 97%. But I have sought to follow in their example. In where we have gone, now I have a family of my own. In what I write, also. Stepping-out, not knowing where the path leads, not knowing what lies ahead...
If you are in the 3%, you need to be discipled in different ways; need to learn to be still and to listen for the leading of the Holy Spirit: faith is not recklessness, which endangers yourself and your companions for vain glory. But in the much more likely case that you are part of the 97%, you are in good company: 97%, including almost every hero of faith down through the ages. If you are part of the 97% you need to be discipled in this way: choose obedience – it will cost you everything, but it will be, in the truest sense, glorious.