From the moment we were conceived, we were a target: the enemy was trying to kill us.
We get comfortable in our tidy little Christian communities, and we forget that there’s a price on our head. We’re safer in the crowd of Christians, if for no other reason than the fact that we sense the King of Kings among us.
It’s easy to forget that our mission, should we choose to accept it, is not about keeping ourselves safe, not about staying out of harm’s way.
Our job is to love, to serve, and by loving and serving, to change the world until the King’s rule is formed in every corner of the globe.
I’ve read the end of the book. It’s not the ones who stayed safe that he brags about and rewards. It’s the ones who overcome.