Bet Your Life

We all bet our life on something.

The stakes are more immediate in active addiction, but they’re no higher. Each day that we trudge forward, we move toward something whether we admit it or not.

We don’t have to believe in God to stake our life on it. Non belief is still a bet. If nothing is out there, we’d better be right.

It’s easy to push these thoughts out of mind, especially when we concern ourselves with the pursuits of the self in our addictions.

The believer places high bets too, though…

He’ll forgive me. I’ll change tomorrow. It’s not that bad. Worse still when the inevitable happens and our standards simply sink toward our current behaviors.

In recovery we will sometimes face a strange dilemma—to acknowledge that the power to get better isn’t within ourselves to summon; that we have choice in the matter but not ultimate faculty.

This is disquieting.

Unless we take a leap and bet on God. If he is who he claims to be, and if others’ claims of grace received are true, then the upside to this wager becomes infinite. Literally.

Regrettably, there is a cost. We wager with our life, and it’s in this bet that we really feel the immensity of that choice.

Will he be as good a caretaker of my life that I need him to be?

How much can I retain control of and still get the benefits of grace?

What will happen if I let go?

Remarkably, though, if we explore the worst case scenario—that he isn’t there at all—we will still have grown in character by self sacrifice, and lost only the nagging self centered core that led us into addiction in the first place.

God, reveal yourself to me that I may see the truth.