Choices and More Choices
“Chicken, beef or vegetarian?”
The text was from the planners for an upcoming banquet. My meal choice was needed and I quickly shot back my answer. I was hungry.
Ahh, wouldn’t it be nice if all decisions in life were that easy?
They’re not. Most the time I hate being pushed into issuing a verdict. I often try to put off coming to a conclusion as long as possible because I naturally doubt my initial conviction. Yet it seems there’s always some kind of decision I’m being asked to make—financially, vocationally, relationally, politically, ethically, spiritually, medically, nutritionally, etc., etc. Some feel easy, some seem irrelevant, while others overwhelm me as completely impossible. And I must remember that procrastination and even not choosing at all are all choices. I can’t get away from them!
Following Jesus is the choice I want to focus on. It’s actually a decision made up of many choices: daily, hourly and even minute by minute. They determine what I believe, think and do, as well as how I react, love, hate, give, trust others, and distract myself, all in light of truly being a follower of Jesus. And sooner or later an outcome chases after each one—outcomes, that for better or worse, I must own.
Consequences
Joshua said it several thousand years ago, “Choose this day whom you will serve” (Joshua 24:15). He was fed up with the people of his country waffling on important issues like who their god was going to be. I find, however, that I so dread the thought of being stuck with the results of a bad choice (I don’t have all the information after all) that I look for ways to avoid committing at an intersection in life. Saying ‘yes’ to one thing means saying ‘no’ to one or more others. What if a better option comes along? Can’t I just hold off and sit here for a while, no obligations? Of course I can; that’s a choice. And it will eventually produce some kind of consequence.
As a result, it’s easy to just let life happen, which is releasing others to make choices for me. That then becomes my choice with its own set of consequences. I’m sure that some who were listening to Joshua were thinking, if not saying out loud, “But what if a better god comes along?” Hmm. And how did that work out for them?
They’re Ours to Own
The irony of making decisions is that while we want, and even fight for, the right to make our own choices—resisting the commands of those “Joshuas” who want to control us—we also struggle with it. There are many times we would rather someone just tell us what to do. Choosing can be hard and confusing work. It’s nice to have someone who’s figured it out give us the answer. And if in the end their judgment was wrong then it wasn’t our fault. Right?
Unfortunately, for that way of thinking, an irrefutable law stalks us: everything about our choices belong to us. We choose, whether we realize it or not, how we respond to everything that is thrown at us, even the things we didn’t choose: our DNA, our upbringing and all those crazy, painful outside circumstances or abuses. Though it feels like we don’t have a choice, we still must decide our response, our attitude and our actions. What we do with all that is given or thrust upon us is ours! And as much, if not more, these choices are what make us who we are, for good or for ill.
A lot of Choices to Examine
I want to use this blogging space going forward to talk about what it means to move through every day as a follower of Jesus, depending on His grace but recognizing all the choices before us. There’s actually many to look at because walking with Jesus involves our entire life—every part. And like so many other choices, not committing or half committing our lives to Him (is it possible to half-commit to my wife?) has an eternal consequence.
So, take Joshua’s challenge and choose. Some choices will be as simple as deciding between chicken or beef. Others will force you to search more deeply, determining WHO you’re going to serve each day. And your options are quite limited on that last one. For, as the Bible communicates and one of our American cultural prophets, Bob Dylan, has said, “You’re gonna have to serve somebody. It may be the devil or it may be the Lord, but you’re gonna have to serve somebody.”
The choice is yours.
Reflections
- What are some of the choices I regularly make that I rarely if ever think about?
- In what ways do my everyday choices reflect my level of commitment to following Jesus?
- What is the most powerful influencer of my choices? Circumstances? Feelings? Values?
Choosing to Love So It Hurts
I first wrote the words “I love you” in a note to a girl when I was in the 5th grade. It felt good. And the feeling was even better when I received a note back with the same words. A core belief took shape in me. From that point on, I understood love as something that was meant to make me feel good. Of course, my 5th-grade love affair didn’t last long (I was too shy to actually talk to her). But the impression that love is defined by how another person makes me feel, stuck.
And then I encountered God.
Believing in His unconditional love felt good too. But He asked me to love others in the same way—even those I don’t like. How is that possible? If I didn’t have “the feeling,” how was I to love them?
Later in life, I remember reading through the book of Isaiah, grimacing over the descriptions of God’s loathing of sin and what it has done to His creation. Where was His love in all this? No good feelings here. It felt as though divine frustration was ready to destroy everything! But then the words of John 3:16 pushed into my mind. And I was struck with the awareness that even with God’s hatred of evil He longs to find ways to express His love and affection for those He has created. The familiar Bible verse declares God’s love to be an action, not a feeling! It shows how far His love is willing to go to deal with the sin problem.
But how does this change how I love?
Read MoreChoosing Adventure
I recently traveled to Central Asia where a small group of us visited rural villages in a remote mountain range. Our purpose was simply to pray. Believing in the power of intercession, we asked God to bless these communities that, as far as we know, have never had a witness of Christ. We asked for spiritual hunger to be given, and at the right time, a witness of the gospel to be planted among them. It was personally stretching with days of rain, hours of climbing, treacherous mountain roads, high altitude, and the strangeness of a culture and language we had to depend on translators to navigate. We never knew what was going to happen next, but overall it was a very positive experience.
It was an adventure!
Coming home, I had to navigate some changes in my family, relational and job-related tensions, as well as financial uncertainty. It was stressful. I didn’t know what was going to happen next in most these situations. I got through it, but overall they did not feel like positive experiences.
Why did I NOT call my homecoming an adventure?
Double Minded?
With a bit of reflection and prayer, I can now see that both sets of circumstances were filled with uncomfortable situations. They each left me with the feeling that I was not in control of what was going on around me and that I was going to have to respond somewhat blindly to what happened next. Yet, one invigorated me and the other forced me to dig deep into previously untapped reserves of endurance to get through. Why did they feel so different?
Read MoreChoosing REAL Satisfaction
I was encouraged as a child to memorize the Ten Commandments. The meaning of the rules seemed clear to me except the last one. “Thou shalt not covet.” Around that same age, I heard the word “covenant” used in a Sunday-morning sermon. Jesus had come to make a new covenant with us. It seemed strange then that God commanded us not to do something that Jesus came to give us. Years later I sorted out the difference. But even today, the meaning of the word “covet” can be fuzzy for me and many Jesus followers. How did it make it into the list of the Big Ten? Why is coveting so bad?
I eventually concluded that coveting is all about desiring things I don’t have. This understanding fed a mindset I had developed growing up that it was best to not want things so I wouldn’t be disappointed. As a result, I taught myself to live with little, letting desires die that felt beyond my reach, labeling many of them as “bad.” The reasoning was usually something like this: if I desire it, it must not be God’s will. This worked fine when I was single but didn’t fly once I got married and started a family. Those dependent on me didn’t have the same tolerance for doing without. And there was also that growing suspicion that many desires weren’t dead, just buried and still trying to come out of the grave—zombie-like. Cravings deep inside were still longing to be satisfied. And I was afraid of the temptations and disappointments I would have to face if they ever made it to the surface.
What’s the Focus of My Desire?
Here’s one English dictionary definition of the word “covet”: “to desire wrongfully, inordinately or without due regard for the rights of others.” This is helpful, but there’s more to it. The original Hebrew word “chamad” translated into English as “covet” simply means “desire.” The same Hebrew word is used in Psalm 19:10 where the writer is reflecting on the goodness of the Lord’s commandments: “More to be desired [chamad] are they than gold, even much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and drippings of the honeycomb.”
Is the Bible saying there are desires that are good and should be encouraged?
Read MoreChoosing to Keep the End in Mind
I had a short stint running track when I was in middle school. It was enjoyable until the coach put me in an 800-meter race that I had not prepared for. As a sprinter, I applied what I knew and started out strong. But halfway through I had nothing left and ended up coming in last place. Not only was that the last track meet I ever participated in, but it was also the day it dawned on me that what is reserved for the end of a race is just as important, if not more so, as what is put in at the start. I have to keep the end in mind.
Of course, beginnings are important. Poor starts in athletic events, and life itself, can make winning seem impossible. But even with a disappointing outset, the end is never fully determined until the crossing of the finish line or the ticking of the last second off the clock. It’s true of races, soccer matches, and football games. The way a person or team finishes, more than how they begin, says much about who they are and what they value.
This is true for how life and faith are lived out as well.
They Were Chosen, But . . .
The Bible is full of stories of people who started out well but are now remembered for their poor finishes or completely missing the target. Saul, the first king of Israel, comes to mind. He seemed to be such a humble unassuming guy when he was first anointed to lead Israel. But by the time his reign ended, he was ignoring all the instructions of God’s law and prophets and was a paranoid and unstable man. And then there was Judas. Chosen by Jesus as one of the Twelve, he had every opportunity to be remembered as one of the pillars of the Christian faith. Instead, he ended up being a thief and betraying Jesus for a bag of silver.
Strong beginnings in life are helpful. But it is how one finishes that speaks the loudest and most powerfully impacts those watching.
Read MoreChoosing the Old Way to Freedom
The New Testament scriptures speak of the followers of Jesus being set free. The Apostle Paul said, “For freedom Christ has set us free; stand firm therefore, and do not submit again to a yoke of slavery” (Galatians 5:1 ESV). Jesus, himself, said, “. . . you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” (John 8:32 ESV). Freedom is a powerful word. But I’m not sure if everyone interprets it in the same way.
A typical 21st Century individual might look at these verses and think that Jesus is saying that if we’re following Him we can throw off all restrictions. We’re not required to submit to anything or anyone that seems unworthy. We can do whatever we want! We’re free!
At least that’s what it sounds like.
Some Things Have Changed
But after a little bit of digging, it would be discovered that our modern understanding of freedom is very different than what the ancients typically understood it to mean. It was in the 1600’s and 1700’s that the idea of freedom began to shift and be defined as the absence of external obstacles, that is the ability to act according to your own will without interference. In other words: freedom gives you the space to choose whatever you want to do, even to choose badly.
Before that, going back to the New Testament and then the Medieval period, freedom (or liberty) was seen as the capacity to pursue and do what is good. To become truly free, one had to rid himself of moral corruptors that would get in the way of choosing virtues such as love, courage, wisdom, and justice.
Read MoreChoosing to Continue to Choose that One Person
This Friday, my wife and I will celebrate 44 years of marriage. We were both 20 when we said, “I do,” having first met when we were freshmen in high school. Many times, I’ve been asked two questions:
1) how did we know that we had found the right person to marry (afterall, we were so young), and
2) what has been the “key” to staying married?
There are no simple answers, and this journey of walking out a marriage covenant hasn’t always been smooth. Much of what I think now about relationships has solidified through hindsight and many years of reflection. But I’m confident of this, if I had to do it over again, I would still choose Christine.
I Pledge Myself to . . .
Commitment isn’t an enjoyable word for most of us. Present-day American society operates from the understanding that the more options one has in any area of life, the better: streaming services, smart phone apps, salsa brands, and even dog food, to name a few (read post Choices and More Choices). Commitment, on the other hand, implies narrowing one’s focus, energy or affection down to a single point and saying “no” to the rest.
The average person today asks, “Why would I limit myself and choose before knowing ALL my options?” Such a response exposes a common fear: what if I commit and then something better comes along? The potential of getting stuck with a “second-rate” alternative (no matter how good it is) creates anxiety. We dread the possibility of future frustration, with restrictions on getting what we really want (though we don’t know what that is). It has become a 21st Century virtue to always keep our options open as we search for the “perfect” scenario, or person. Thus, we have become a generation of relational dabblers, rarely experiencing the mysterious fruit that comes from binding ourselves to another, long-term through whatever may come.
I have learned that commitment, whether it be in marriage, friendship, ministry or work, unlocks doors of opportunity and satisfaction that the open-option approach keeps sealed shut. True commitment changes the way we think about and see others as well as ourselves. When chosen, it exposes and can squeeze out narcissistic tendencies as well as establish a platform for true giving. In the end, its fruit delivers something more solid and lasting than a lifetime of playing the field. If my hope for happiness centers on finding the ideal partner who will meet all my needs and desires, I will never fully commit to anyone. After all, the person of my dreams might be just another date (or marriage) away.
Choose Wisely
I want to make an important distinction. There are smart commitments, and there are stupid commitments. Before I give myself to another person (emotionally, physically, spiritually), I need to know with whom I am connecting. What character qualities (or personal standards) dominate the individual? Does she truly listen? Does he admit when he’s wrong and sincerely apologize for hurtful behavior? Does she communicate honestly what’s going on inside her? Does he control his physical appetites? Does she recognize in a healthy way her value as well as her faults? Does he know how to sacrifice his self-interest for the sake of others? Are we going in the same direction?
Appearances and first impressions can be deceiving. The outer moral or spiritual trappings matter little if these and other solid inner attributes are missing.
It is foolish to commit myself to another who is not showing real movement toward life-affirming character qualities. In the end, I must take care to not fall in love with and give myself to a mirage. When I commit, it is not to an ideal or what I believe the person is capable of becoming but rather to the concrete character he or she is demonstrating NOW—good or bad. That is what I will have to live with.
Therefore, I must take the time to carefully observe on the front end, before I give my heart away and commit myself to any intimate relationship. The important question is not, “Can I have fun and feel good with this person?” More importantly I need answers to whether or not I can fully trust this person—to always tell the truth, to have self-control, to humbly apologize, to love unconditionally, to never give up, etc.
Accepting the Risk
It is thought best these days to cohabitate before marriage in order to know if the person is the right one. Sort of like test-driving a car before you commit to the purchase.
I challenge this conventional “wisdom” with a couple thoughts.
Typically, the logic of living together before marriage is to avoid the possibility of a future divorce (and to save a few bucks on rent). Yet, cohabitating inevitably becomes “marriage” without the legal constrictions (or protections). To eventually breakup and move out because it’s not working is very much like a divorce. It has all the accompanying personal doubts and emotional wounds that are natural with joining yourself to another and then ripping yourselves apart. It’s just easier to hurt one another and leave without working on it when there’s no required legal procedure. All this to say, it is not set up to instill any sense of relational security.
In addition, no matter how much time you spend with a person before marriage (cohabitating or not), you never fully know him or her. There is something about binding yourself to another through marriage that then opens your eyes to previously unseen things (some beautiful, some unpleasant). In other words: make a smart commitment and study the person’s character as best as you can but realize that there will always be an element of risk. You simply CANNOT know everything beforehand. And yes, that can be scary, but it’s the nature of any intimate relationship.
Learning to Appreciate
It wasn’t until Christine and I got married that we realized how little we had in common. She liked to plan how we were going to use our weekend; I liked to just let it happen. She enjoyed games and outdoor activities; I enjoyed reading a book. She preferred to process her thoughts out loud; I preferred to process them in my head. She valued always having a clean house; I valued always having the freedom to clean whenever I felt like it. And the list could go on. As you might imagine, we experienced a good amount of tension, arguments, and anger, as well as we accused each other of just plain being wrong about many things. Fortunately, we shared a common faith and a high value for people and relationships. This helped lead us to jointly engage in ministry activities that were part of positively shaping our marriage.
I look back now and see that we went through a process. We started by trying to change each other to fit with what we were each most comfortable. That didn’t work and never does. Slowly we began to tolerate our differences and eventually accepted them (for the most part). But we entered the most transformational and fruitful stage when we set about truly appreciating our dissimilarities. We finally recognized the richness that comes from being united with someone who thinks and does things differently. I can now say that I am a better person because I have been married to Christine. I feel like a wealthy man (though I don’t have a lot of money). And I hope she can continue to say the same about being married to me.
It’s Not a Feeling
So how did we know for certain we had each found the right person to marry? We didn’t. But even as teenagers, we saw qualities in the other that we admired and over time found that we could trust each other. It was then a matter of taking the risk of committing ourselves with the mutual determination that we were not going to give up. Marriage was the commitment. It’s what we choose again and again each day.
Ultimately, the key to longevity for us has been in honoring our vows. Commitment is not a feeling I have toward my wife. It is a decision I made long ago. It’s also a daily choice to bind myself to her and allow myself to be changed for the sake of loving her. And, thankfully, good feelings are often present.
This is what protects our relationship when circumstances challenge and romantic feelings drift a bit: I take you, Christine, in sickness and health, for richer or poorer, in good times and bad, when we agree and when we disagree till death do us part.
And may Jesus always be honored in our commitment to each other.
I choose you again today.
Response:
- What is my understanding of commitment? In what ways am I attracted to the “freedom” to say “yes” to whatever or whoever comes along?
- When is it good to keep my options open? When is it merely fear of settling for second best?
- In what kind of relationships (romantic, family, friendship, work, ministry) do I struggle with commitment? Why is that?
- When in the past have I made a stupid commitment? What have I learned from that?
- What are the right kinds of risks to take in relationships and what are the wrong ones?
- How willing am I to let a committed relationship change me when it involves sacrificing my preferences?
- Jesus, what do you want to say to me about my commitment to others?
May 22, 1982
Choosing to Submit to Gravity
The Launch of Artemis II on April 1st caught my attention. I was a child when Apollo 11 landed on the moon the summer of 1969, and this most recent mission took me back to the wonder I first experienced thinking about space exploration. The Artemis mission was significant for how it is meant to be the first step towards establishing a permanent base on the moon. The astronauts traveled farther from earth than any human ever has before. From there, the plan is to prepare to send humans to Mars. The challenges that must be overcome are enormous.
Going back to my childhood fascination, I determined at age 8 that I was going to learn everything I could about space travel. That lasted for a couple of years. But the information I gathered stuck with me. The most delightful revelation was the weightlessness astronauts experience once they are outside the earth’s atmosphere. Floating! The sense of freedom! Never falling down! Nothing too heavy to pick up! This sounded so fun!
I Need Gravity
It wasn’t till years later that I learned of the negative effects of prolonged weightlessness, also called microgravity. Astronauts can lose their sense of orientation with their inner ear getting confused. Their bones lose density. Their hearts grow weaker as body fluids shift upwards. Fluid buildup in their eyes cause blurry and long-term problems with their vision. Their spines stretch out, causing back discomfort. And their muscles atrophy because they don’t have to work as hard. All these physical maladies are due to one thing: the absence of gravity.
The freedom of not having to submit to gravitational pull, while initially a delightful sensation, has its long-term cost. Another way of looking at it is that humans are meant to live under the, sometimes harsh, pull of this invisible force. We need gravity to thrive physically. The lack of it will be a major problem to overcome as the plans to go to Mars advance.
My conclusion: we need to push against heavy and uncomfortable forces for the sake of our health, and this is not just for the physical body. We need mental, emotional, and spiritual resistance training.
Read MoreChoosing to Let Myself Be Seen
Most of my life growing up, I felt misunderstood. I tried to relate to those around me by being who I thought they wanted me to be. But it felt like few, if any, ever saw the real me and said, “I like that person.” That took its toll, and I easily withdrew within myself. I became, at best, a private person. I longed for a friend that would accept me for who I was, yet neither did I ever allow the real me, with all my fears, insecurities, and sin to be seen. I built protective walls of shyness to keep the anticipated pain of rejection manageable and as far away as possible. But something within always ached for a connection with another that would provide a reason to open the door of my heart and truly be seen and known.
As a teen, I realized the name of the quality I hungered for was intimacy. Marriage, I then presumed, would satisfy this yearning. A sexual relationship, after all, is the epitome of closeness and connection. And though it initially seemed to do the trick, I eventually came to an unexpected realization: a person can be married, sleep in the same bed with someone and still feel lonely and disconnected at times.
A Universal Desire
I, like so many, have longed for intimacy in my relationships but have found it elusive. There are moments when it seems to be within my grasp, conversations or activities with a friend or with my wife where the bond feels almost other-worldly. It’s as if we can see into each other’s soul. Yet it doesn’t last, fading with distance and time. I want to believe, however, that those moments are glimpses of what can be mine continuously, forever. But how?
And then there’s my relationship with God.
I was a young adult when I was told that God desires an intimate relationship with me. It was initially a strange idea, but nevertheless intriguing. I was familiar with the Bible and the concept of serving God. I had memorized scripture as a child, and I knew a lot of information about God and His Son, Jesus. What poked at my mind was that there was possibly a level of connection with my Creator that I had not experienced. Could I be known by God as well as know Him in a way that went beyond merely accumulating theological data, doing good deeds, taking communion, and recounting biblical stories? What did having a relationship with God really mean?
Read MoreChoosing to Recall the Right Things
I forgot a friend’s name the other day. For a few moments I couldn’t recall that word that represents someone I care about. It should be so familiar to me. I felt ashamed. Fortunately, the lapse didn’t last long. But moments like these make me wonder if this means age is catching up with me. Or am I just not thinking about that person enough to keep his name fresh and alive in my memory?
Whatever the reason, forgetfulness is becoming more common. Besides people’s names, there are those book or movie titles that stay on the tip of my tongue, but I cannot bring them fully up from my memory. Jokes or stories I start to tell but then realize I can’t recall the details. It’s often a matter of focus. I can be intent on one subject while being asked about another and find it difficult to shift efficiently. Sometimes I can feel the memory I’m pursuing swirling away like a feather in a gust of wind. And the greater effort I put in to grab it, the more elusive it becomes. I don’t remember it always being this way. But maybe that’s just another memory problem.
Perhaps it is age, after all.
But I feel there can be some forgetfulness that has nothing to do with growing old. How often have I forgotten God, His power, His goodness, His mercy? Particularly when I was younger, all it took was a shortfall of money, a miserable sickness, an expectation not met, or a relational hurt. My focus would be on myself, my fears, my anger so much so that it felt as if everything God had promised or provided in the past never existed.
Yes, there is a forgetfulness that has nothing to do with age.
Read MoreChoosing What’s Already Been Decided
I have been an on and off fan of Star Trek (and its various versions) over the years. As a kid, the alien enemies scared me: Klingons with their cold, hard, and aggressive logic; the emotional paranoia of the Romulans; and the greed and cowardice of the Ferengi. All of them, I learned to laugh at as I grew older. But the one group that still sends a chill through me is the Borg. They are the race of beings that has incorporated technological enhancements with the physical body, turning themselves into a single living machine controlled with a common consciousness in the Queen Borg. They can live forever, and no one can really stop them.
Now we are seeing science fiction and present-day reality beginning to entwine. The 1999 film The Matrix presented what felt like the very unrealistic idea that machines could eventually dominate and enslave humans. Before that was The Terminator, again the machines taking on their own life and will. Beyond thrilling entertainment, such story telling gets us talking about questions I never heard my grandparents’ generation asking. What does it mean to be human? At what point does technology begin to dehumanize us? And even deeper, just because we can, does it mean we should? Where are the boundaries? And, should there be any limits put on human ambition to take control of our own existence?
Right now, ChatGPT (artificial intelligence) and all its technological cousins seem to be enhancing our lives. But the questions persist: where is it all taking us? Is it leading us to a better place? Are limits always bad? And where is God in all our human advancements?
A lot of questions!
Freedom from Physical Limits?
The term transhumanism is coming up a lot more in online discussions and the news. From what I understand, it is a broad topic under which artificial intelligence (AI) would fall. Its supporters, which I will refer to as transhumanists, are interested in using technology to extend human abilities and capacities, to go beyond biological limitations. They can see a future where humans will slow, reverse, or even eliminate the aging process. They imagine taking evolution to a whole new level by someday merging humans with machines, even getting to the place where a human’s consciousness can be uploaded onto a computer. This is the transhumanist’s idea of eternal life.
The desire to live forever and cheat death is not a new thing. Such a longing is found in writings as old as the Gilgamesh Epic, written around 2100BC. But whereas ponderings on eternal life have traditionally been rooted in spiritual pursuits, the transhumanists have brought it into the materialist’s realm – something we can attain through scientific advancements. They believe we humans can make ourselves eternal, all by ourselves, with our own genius and our own unwavering will.
Creating My Own Identity
The question that is being addressed is, what is a human? The answer the transhumanists (and many other groups) are giving is this: anything we want to be. It comes down to a single word: identity. More and more people are believing we each create our own selfhood, and there are no limits on what we can become.
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Choose This Day 