In late summer of 2011, I read a book that changed my life. “Your God is Too Safe” by Mark Buchanan. The theme is basically that most church members stick to their comfort zones (border land) rather than taking risks that lead them into the “holy wild.” A sentence on page 112 changed my life, “The risks are that we never leave borderland, but sit there caressing our too-safe god who kisses us with comfort until we feel precisely nothing.” So I took a risk; I resigned a job I loved, gave up my “church” routine and set out to see what might be in the holy wild. I expected to be stretched but I didn’t expect God himself to do the stretching. I’ve walked a crises of faith, faced disappointments, and felt like a failure deluxe, but somehow I believe I am better prepared for the holy wild. He is a precious father but I don’t want to be a fat baby; break me, mold me, make me, I pray. Sanctify me to your service, Holy Consuming God, as I enter into a new lease on life.