Marry a Crazy Chick

Before I explain the bizarre title, I should explain something about myself. Though I hate to admit it, I’m not very adventurous. Other people like to think that they are Indiana Jones, living a life filled with danger and excitement. Nope, not me! Sure, I like doing stupid stuff on motorcycles, cliff diving, or going way to fast on a dirt road in my car, but that’s different. I’m up for dumb random stunts because the worst thing that could happen is a broken bone or a concussion. Though there may be some pain, the stupidity is worth the glory in the end. Or at least, that is what I tell myself.

The type of adventure that I’m talking about is different because the effects last much longer and the stakes are much higher. There are people that sell everything they own and go live in Africa. There are people that randomly quit their job to pursue their dreams. Well screw that! I don’t like it. I get the appeal, but it’s just not for me. Then I married a crazy chick.

I used to think that the whole “opposites attract” bit was ridiculous. Now I see things differently. There is just something fascinating about a person who is radically different than you. It’s like a whole new element has been added to your life when you’re around this person. You’ve just got to have more of it. But when you get more of it, you realize you it’s a little scarier than you initially thought.

You see, my wife is nuts. She is the type to sell everything and move to Africa. Why? She says, “Because it would be fun!” We once spent two days arguing why we shouldn’t cram everything we own into a storage unit and buy a van so we can go preach the gospel. The woman has adventure in her blood.

At first I was resistant to this kind of nonsense. “It’s unpractical, stressful, and it’s just plain dumb!” I soon began to realize something that I didn’t want to admit. I’m not much fun. In movies, there is always the adventurous friend who wants to do something really crazy and dangerous. Then, there is the other friend who spends the majority of his time complaining and reminding everyone that, “This is not such a good idea.” Without the adventurous friend, there would not be a movie to begin with! I had to look at myself and ask, “Which character in the story am I? Who do I really want to be?”

It was a reality check. I began to realize that God placed this crazy chick in my life so that it would challenge me. He wants to draw me out of my comfort zone; to take me places I wouldn’t go on my own. To see an adventure and to go for it. Why? Because it would be fun, that’s why.

The moral of this story is that if you’re boring like me, you’ve got to marry a crazy person. She will scare the crap out of you, but sometimes, that is what you need. It will be more than you can handle, but you will realize that you can handle more than you thought. Marrying a crazy chick has made my life so much more fulfilling than I ever thought it would be. She’s helped me see what I want in life and find the courage to take the leap of pursuing it. After a while, you’ll become a little crazy too. Then your heart will be set free, and then the real fun begins.


First off, I have to say that I love kids. They also drive me nuts, but more importantly, I admire the pure hearted enthusiasm that is only found within a child. It’s amazing and eye opening.

The other day I went to get some books from the library. As I made my way through the assortment of shelves, I noticed these two little boys. They must have been three and four years old. Wide eyed and excited, they walked through the children’s section like they had found the most magical place in all of existence. I chuckled to myself and moved on to find the books I had placed on hold. As I was checking out, I heard one of the most passionate expressions I have ever heard. “Spy-dow man! IT’S SPY-DOW MAAAN!” Bewildered, I turned to see what happened. These two little boys had found a display case with Spiderman memorabilia, complete with actions figures, comic books, and a few posters. Oh, but it was much more than that! They approached this holy relic with such reverence, awestruck by what stood before them. When I waked past it, I didn’t even notice what it was. But for them, it represented a sense of wonder, excitement, and magnificence. This one beautiful thing represented all that was good and fun.

This was without a doubt, one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen. Then something struck me. Do I have that kind of enthusiasm for life? It’s weird how experiences like this can open your eyes. Children are so unashamedly passionate about life. They find the things they love and are so consumed by them, that they don’t mind causing a scene. The commotion is worth it. Perhaps it even deserves it.

I fear that sometimes as adults, we have lost this sense of wonder. As kids we spend our time dreaming of growing older so can finally reach our destiny. Deep down in our hearts, we just know that someday, we will slay dragons, wield light sabers, and go on the most incredible adventures. But sadly, as we grow up, we begin to lose this hope. Instead of dragons, it’s the presentation at work that we hope to slay. Instead of light sabers, it’s a measly laser pointer. The problems of adulthood tend to get in the way. What happened to Spiderman and saving the princess? It’s forgotten as it gets buried under the weight of paying bills, managing relationships, and other ‘adult-y’ things. Life used to be filled with passion for what was ahead. Now, I just want to come home and lay on my couch. I’m tired and… that’s about it, I guess.

Though our imaginations were filled with mythical things like wizards and spaceships, there is still something true in the heart of these things. The adventure is still real. It’s out there. It’s just a little different than what we thought it would be. C.S. Lewis in his forward to his book The Chronicles of Narnia: The Lion, Witch and Wardrobe tells his goddaughter that though she is probably too old for this book now, he hopes that “… some day you will be old enough to start reading fairytales again.” Lewis is getting at something very important to the human heart. There is something vital in these stories that we cannot give up. Life can be a magical adventure, if you want it to be. You just can’t lose that sense of wonder. We need to ask ourselves, “What is my Spy-dow man? Have I lost it?” I fear that too many of us have. If so, that’s okay. It can be found again. Your heart can be rescued.

I encourage you, no, I beg you. Cling to that childlike fascination that you had as a kid. It’s an important part of your soul. Without it, you’re no longer on an adventure; you’re just enduring a list of obligations. Ultimately it comes down to this. At the end of this life, do you want to look back and say that you just got by? Or, do you want to look back and say, “Wow. What a magical adventure.” I hope you refuse to give into “growing up” and embrace the adventure.