Taking five minutes today to write unedited on ‘choice’, along with a whole crowd of others at http://www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday #FiveMinuteFriday
Choose life. That’s the voice that springs to mind as I start to write on choice. But then comes another thought: when we come to the edge, we are afraid.
I have a poem/card which tells that story.
‘Come to the edge, he said.
They said, we are afraid.
Come to the edge, he said.
He pushed them…
…and they flew. ‘
– Guillaume Appollinaire
And that’s the choice I’m often faced with. It’s a choice to jump, not knowing if my wings will carry me. It’s looking over the edge to certain disaster. It’s a step of faith into the unknown. It’s choosing to sacrifice, over languishing in heartless indifference.
What do I do? Every fibre in me has been trained in self-preservation. It’s the gift of God to me, the way he wired me. And then he shows me Jesus, who says, ‘Take up your cross, and follow me.’
That’s not a journey to an easy life. That’s sacrifice, and certain death. But we know that it doesn’t end there. There’s reward, there’s resurrection, and there’s joy.
That’s the choice. Are we going to follow him, whatever happens?