I recently stumbled on the new blog called “Ronna Russell – Preacher’s Kid“. Her posts about her life as a child and young adult, living with her Pentecostal father, have left me spell bound and gripped. I heartily recommend visiting her blog. This link of mine should make it easier to read in chronological order, as her newer posts default to showing first (and you’ll definitely want to read them in the proper order).
She shared a poem in her most recent post which truly moved me. I think it is quite profound, and I wish I had found it earlier in my life.
Only a Person who Risks is Free
To laugh is to risk appearing the fool.
To weep is to risk appearing sentimental.
To reach for another is to risk involvement.
To expose your ideas, your dreams,
before a crowd is to risk their loss.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To believe is to risk despair.
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the
greatest hazard in life is to risk nothing.
The people who risk nothing, do nothing,
have nothing, are nothing.
They may avoid suffering and sorrow,
but they cannot learn, feel, change,
grow, love, live.
Chained by their attitudes they are slaves;
they have forfeited their freedom.
Only a person who risks is free.