“It is the ability to choose which makes us human.” - Author Unknown
Some huge part of what it means to be human is our ability to choose. Our depravity, woundedness, glory and our transformation are all seen in the choices we make.
Some part of me was sulking over the constancy of choice that fills my every day.
How many choices do we make in a single day? Is there no rest? A little break... a couple of passes... you know, like a "snow" day?
Good over evil, a serving of vegetables over the old-fashioned glazed donut, listening versus talking, saving instead of spending, stillness over distraction, choosing to love instead of dis-engaging, smiling, reading over the boob-tube, life over death, to worship God rather than euphoria, assume their good heart, serve, courage verses cowardice… (on and on it goes!)
Then I read a column by Dennis Prager in which he observed,
Every change for good must be constantly renewed, but changes for the worse are often permanent. Goodness must be fought for every day, over and over…
It caught my attention as being true.
I want change! I want to change! But often I want it to be easy… instant… entirely of God and requiring nothing of “Me” (note my hiding behind a pseudo-spirituality).
Our lesser choices seem to have an enduring quality that our more noble choices lack. My choice to rage in hidden bitterness toward a cruel and former friend doesn’t seem to require the constant renewal, the regular reaffirmation that the choice to forgive, reconcile and love does. The choice to furiously follow God through the day requires a volitional strength and constancy that an extended spiritual malaise doesn’t.
Holiness and character displays itself in the thousand different choices I make each day. And there are times I am weary from the choices.
And then Paul speaks, "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." - Galatians