Poor worms. The last few weeks have seen our paved areas resembling the aftermath of a battleground, as worms, exposed as they cross the tarmac of the drive or the slabs of the patio, die in quantities. Squashed ( inadvertently ) by car or foot, picked off by birds, or merely failing to reach the safety of next door's lawn, they come to their end.
All life is risky, although possibly not death-defying as per above. Exposure to something new can be a risky experience. Someone's asked me to lead a retreat, which caused a sharp intake of breath and the thought 'Me?' ( As it happens, the dates mean I can't do it). I listen to a number of folk via my spiritual companionship ministry, and a common theme at the moment is the difficult choices people are making, and the weighing of risk. Not of battlefields or death, but equally real decisions which affect not just them, but their families and beyond.
In our world of constant noise and aural wallpaper, it's often difficult to hear God calling to us. And the call is often to the new, with its attendant risks. After all, Jesus' call to his disciples was to 'Follow me'. He did not provide a route map or a detailed plan as he made that invitation. Just ' Follow me'. It's the same today. But those who follow would not choose to do anything else; the journey with the God of the uncomfortable and the risk is all in all.