My friend, may I ask you a question? In a society so wrapped up in the “rights” to choose this or that, why is it nearly a Cardinal sin to introduce the notion that love is a choice? “Why, doesn’t love just happen? You can’t choose it or seek it? No, you have to let it find you. You can’t exert any measure of control over these things! Love happens?”
My friend, Life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I'm Mark Brunner.
We live in a “choice” culture. In fact, we live in a culture where choice has nearly become the only choice. We choose to buy a cell phone and then we are asked to make a choice as to what color we might want that in. We choose to own a home and then we are suddenly confronted with a myriad of mortgage financing plans through an ever-increasing number of mortgage loan agencies. We are surrounded by unlimited and nearly impossible to manage choices every day. It has gotten to the point where, with so many choices, someone like myself who has a history of being content with the bag of M&M’s that were all chocolate colored, sometimes has a difficult time opting one way or the other. The luxury of owning a Model-T in a choice of colors--black, is no longer an option in our society. We have pushed the envelope of choice so far that today many are including the prerogative to choose life over death, as each day thousands of little babies are sacrificed on the altar of choice, as one of their most sacred rights of choice. Frankly, choice has become not only a national obsession, it has become for many a new religion.
Ironically, amid all this “clatter” of choosing, there is one thing that many who embrace choice so ardently have a difficult time including on their discretionary lists. It is the choice of love. In a society so wrapped up in the “rights” to choose this or that, it is nearly a Cardinal sin to introduce the notion that love is a choice. “Why, love just happens! You can’t choose it or seek it. No, you have to let it find you.” We live in a society that falls into love but chooses to take the careful pathway of choice in everything else. Whether that be love of self, love of wealth, love of the same sex or, for that matter, love of our fellow man. You can’t exert any measure of control over these things!” Love happens?
It sounds easy and certainly makes us feel good. Love takes a lot of work. That is evident by the fact that so many have chosen to avoid it. Failed marriages, no marriages, the poor who need it and the enslaved who dream of it; all give evidence to the lack of it. All give testimony to the fact that choices that deserve attention are not being made.
Perhaps it’s time as a culture that we stop an examine the choices that we are willing to make. Is it the easy choices that become discretionary and the difficult ones that become options? Perhaps the reason we are surrounded by so many “enemies” is that we have so often chosen not to have friends. Are we feeling despised because we have not chosen to love the despicable? Have some become irritants that must be flushed from our lives because we have never given them a place in our hearts in the first place? Is it a dark because we have not stepped into the “light”?
We pray. Heavenly Father, we want to walk in the light of your love but sometimes we find our days are dark and full of loveless- ness. Forgive us when we don’t choose to love; when we take the easy way out and choose to ignore, push away, and pass off the opportunity. Help us to choose love today that we might walk in the light. We ask this in Jesus name. Amen!
Therefore my friend, do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry for itself; each day has enough trouble of its own. (Matt 6:34) This Passing Day. May this passing day honor our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ and be a blessing to you and everyone you meet. Find a stranger and say hello. Don't let another day pass without your day blessing someone else.
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