Imagine
you’re at the coffee shop counter.
“What can I get you, today?” asks the clerk.
You’re confronted with a choice of regular or decaf or any one of a great array
of specialty coffees. You decide and inform the clerk (more pretentiously, the barista),
who then asks, “What would you like in it?” Sugar? How much? None? Sure. Cream or milk or black? Did you
say “double-double?”
My wife or I
place our order, plain and simple: Two small coffees, both with double milk.
Later in the day our order would be for decaf coffees. The establishment
offers numerous other choices, such as: baked-good treats – donuts, bagels,
cream-filled fancies or soft or crunchy cookies – more decisions! There are
options for paying, too – with gift card, loyalty card, cash or debit.
Being alive
and living forces choice-making on us from the time we roll out of bed in the
morning till we climb back in. A well-stocked wardrobe presents its own
challenges: What shirt will I wear today? What colour of socks and tie . . . ?
A lady may be concerned about what shade of tights, makeup and accessories will
contrast or conflict with – or complement – her pants or skirt and top. It
would’ve been easier in the good ol’ days when many of us had only one or two
pairs of pants and a couple of shirts or blouses.
What should
we have for breakfast, lunch and dinner? – And the decision-making goes on. If
oatmeal is all you can afford and the only cereal you have, the breakfast
choice is quite simple.
Options and
choice overload – it’s hard to know whether we’re coming or going. Choices in
life are not always between the good and the bad. They can be between the good
and better or between what’s not so bad and what might be much worse.
I recall in
my teens that I had made some less-than-good choices and had gotten in with
some youngsters who were not following what I knew to be “the better way.”
Thank God I wasn’t too far down that track
before I realised that this wasn’t “me.” Basically, I said, “This is not who I
am.” I had a choice to make: Go through the religious motions and live on the
periphery of what only looked like a Christian life, or turn my back and walk
away from Jesus altogether – something I was not prepared to do.
And so, there
was another avenue: Embrace and pursue the kind of life that in my heart of
hearts I knew fitted the higher call that was on my life. At the time I had no
idea that I would come to Canada and serve in pastoral ministry for decades and
be writing to you, as I’m doing just now. However, I reckoned I’d be involved
in gospel and sacred music – as I had been since my childhood.
I began to refocus my life on the
Lord and chose to live in the light of His grace, seeking His help in putting
into practise the lessons I was learning along the way – one day at a time. The
song bearing that title, “One Day at a Time”* has, I’m sure, inspired many to
choose wisely and raise their gaze and keep their feet on ‘the better way’!
One day at a time sweet Jesus, that’s all I’m asking from you
Just give me the strength, to do everyday what I
have to do.
Yesterday’s gone, sweet Jesus, and tomorrow may
never be mine
Lord help me today, show me the way one day at a
time.*
~~~
*Authors: Marijohn Wilkin; Kris Kristofferson
1 comment:
Ya'll know you have me singing now, Peter. But not a bad song to have playing over and over in my head!
Thanks be to God that you made the right choice years ago and we get to be the beneficiaries of your ministry. Thanks for acknowledging the crazy 'choice-filled' world we live in and how the better choice always a 'triple' - Father, Son & Holy Spirit!
Nice post ...
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