[My inability to jump off that rock in Sunday's reading was] not a big deal. But there will be important moments in life when all of us find ourselves unable to move. We will see where we need to go; we will be aware that nothing really has to stop us from getting there; and yet we will stand there, legs or heart aquiver, and not go forward.
We want to grow in our faith and get into the Bible on a daily basis, but we can't quite muster up the spiritual energy. We realize that we need a bigger plan for our families and careers, and we want to develop it, but we're afraid [to do so]. Better to stay in a neutral zone, keep expectations low, and not have to do anything drastic. That's what we're really afraid of: drastic, life-upsetting action.
So we play it safe, keep things calm, and stay stuck.
I wonder if this isn't an increasingly common situation today for many Christians. It's not that we want to be where we are. It's not that we are trying to stand still. We see a good goal and want to move toward it. But something, some kind of invisible personal force field, holds us back.