Walk the talk… or talk the walk.

I’ve spent a lifetime doing this exact thing. I have done both and done them well. I have failed miserably at times and I have also succeeded triumphantly to the joy of the masses. I am a poser and I am a prophet… ok, maybe not prophetic; but damn discerning.

Does this describe you? If so, you’re not alone. I find that every single day is a self-induced challenge if I don’t do one very simple thing, and when I say simple – I mean stupid simple.

Pray.

Wait, don’t tune out just yet. This isn’t a sermon, it’s a CSA. If you don’t change the oil in your car, eventually bad and very expensive things are going to happen. You don’t take care of your soul, you’ll eventually find yourself talking the walk and bad and costly things will happen.

I pray. When I do, my day just goes better. When I don’t, my day goes however in hell it could go – up left down right inside out and beyond. I am left to my own actions, thoughts, devices without guidance. No, Jesus himself isn’t standing next to me where everyone can see Him; but they can see I am without Him based on my actions and statements when I don’t put Him first.

Why pray when I don’t believe in God? I have heard this so many times I couldn’t begin to keep count.

Here is my simple bottom line answer.

I’d rather believe and be wrong, than not and be wrong. In other words, If I believe and I am wrong, what did I lose, part of my life? Time spent praying or serving? Big deal. If I don’t believe and I am wrong – I LOSE ETERNITY. Fooooooorever. Hmmmmm.

You don’t believe in God??? So, what is there to lose but your pride? Really – what is there? Embarrassment to say you believe and live for God, rather than just yourself? Huh.

Let’s process the aforementioned questions.

If I live for pride: yes, I will have fun and do what I want. But, I pretty much do that anyway and I live for God – sooooooo….

If I am embarrassed to say I believe and prove it: wellllll, I’ve been embarrassed over far less. A pimple I didn’t know I had. A little baby fat I need to lose. A dumb decision people found out about. I could go on and on….

I thought you weren’t going to be preachy, Micah??? I am not. I am simply stating what I believe. I am not throwing scriptures at you. I am not Bible thumping you – I am just saying I think God is cool, and I like to see the good in His creations.

You don’t believe? Okay. Enjoy life. No blood or foul with me. See, it’s that simple and it’s your call; just as it’s mine.

Here in part is why I believe and pray.

I am retired from public service. Spent most of my adult life working as a cop / medic. I was in hundreds, yes hundreds of car and foot chases. I have been shot at several times, hit once on a redirection though a windshield. I’ve been cut, had a device blow up in my hand. I had to learn everything all over using my weak hand; almost ended my career. Almost.

I’ve seen death first hand I’d guess around 200 times… too many times regardless. I’ve delivered three babies – resuscitated eight children; best days ever. I have performed two cricothyrotomy’s – yes, successfully. Basically, I have kicked in the door or have been part of over 500 warrant services. I tell ya all this stuff to say this – I couldn’t have made it through all that without Him.

He had my six everywhere I went. I can’t tell you why, I just know He was there. Too many times death was in my face, and I survived; I survived where others didn’t. That doesn’t mean people serving on the streets or the military won’t die just because they believe – quite the opposite; we all die. I just choose to have faith, and that faith in very specific moments, well, I felt the presence of God all around me when I knew this was about to be my last breath – so I just prayed in the moment and leaned into tactics.

Still sound crazy?

There’s another side to this. The suspects. The bad guys. The men that tried to kill me, the ones that died instead of me meeting my Maker.

In most cases, where I was standing next to them, or bent over them, they quietly asked me to ask God to forgive them. Men that spent a lifetime serving only themselves; in their dying breath, they asked for forgiveness. Why? Why would they do that?

Because I choose to believe that God showed mercy in that moment.

I have faith and I pray so that when my moment comes, and someone is looking down at me, bent over telling me it’ll be okay, I can look up and say – yes, it is okay… it is well with my soul.

Micah Richardson is a retired Peace Officer and Commander.  He’s a husband of 24 years and father of two amazing kids.  Micah is also a founding member at Operation Innocence, proud American and a Whiskey Patriot.  Micah is currently the Chief Operating Officer at Isaiah Systems Safety Consulting… not to mention a guy who prays … and hopes you will, too.